My Stop



In our youth
we trench.
After our prime 
we fall.
In this life 
we learn,
When we fail 
to crawl. 
Identifying ourselves one mistake at a time,
Slowly revealing what we love,
Aboard the sublime, that takes us to our fate. 
Then we decide to get off at the station we create.

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