I travel, and I don't dislike it but nothing is new either
All old familiar faces that I wish only the best for
maybe not knowing which traveling road they'll take
but all the same in their hope, anxieties, ambitions
The feeling. Is the same
We all want to be something with pride or power
or at least something pleasant-sounding, so if we go
to see each other in another twenty years we can at least
brag about ourselves and our jobs and our spouses and lives
The successful ones anyway
Others may rot where they lay and it's a terrible thing
to say but it's the unspoken truth that lies in the fears of our
hearts...
We shall march on to the future, eagerly looking forward
and (hopefully) not looking back.
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