Miles Passed

Miles Passed

As all the dusty miles pass,
my journey isn't done,
I don't know where the highway ends
if I'll walk or if I'll run.

All the names that seem the same
are like the day before;
and all the roads that I have walked
will lead to many more.

So now I'll count the places passed
in their steady, silent stream,
beneath the countless stars at night,
as I journey through my dream.

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