Set out


I had a map that promised me a treasure.
Spent days following a path set out for me. 
Days grew to months,
Months grew to years.
Restless, impatient, tired.
I thought about perseverance;
Felt silly, here and there.
I've come this far, but nothing showed promise.
Felt too far gone.
    In sadness, I tear my map.
In retaliation, I took an excursion,




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