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Narrowing footsteps tread
An ever-widening asphalt track
That goes--
Oh, someone knows where
It goes,
But I am not that fortunate one.
My own footfall,
No longer audible
Amongst the stampeding masses.
Never was.
Will never be?
Or is--
Just only to another one,
One I yet know not.
Before, I thought,
I was alone,
I trekked beyond well-trodden earth,
I was David, standing tall with stalwart heart and even better aim.
But now I find I'm naught but swine,
Trampling pearls
Beneath my unsuspecting hoofs.