The Longest Road

I travel by the road at dawn,

The sunrise at my back,

Unaware in blissful youth

Of all the things I lack.

When day has broken, I press on

In a cardinal direction,

Unaware that I’m unguided

Save by pleasure and affection.

By noon I sweat and labor on

Beneath the sun I know,

Still the same despite the fact

It has a harsher glow.

Beyond that point I cannot see,

The sun filling my eyes,

And do not know that all I know

Is naught but youthful lies.

Then I lie down to rest myself

After the sun has gone

And wait until the sun returns

To blindly carry on.

What few have seen when journeying

Beneath the gold sun’s light

Is how the road’s a circle

Sloping gently to the right,

Still fewer will discover

(And even fewer learn)

Is whether we are blind or wise

When, to dawn, we must return.

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