Midnight Glory

To walk a thousand roads.
To meet a thousand faces.
To live a thousand lives.
To see a thousand places.

Or walk a lone dusty road.
Reading numbers off of
rusted mailboxes.
Sights and sounds an
eternity and a day away.

What is.
What may be.
What might come.
What is never seen.

Midnight again.
Pitch black and
stars above.
Tomorrow is
plenty to unlearn
what was learned.

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