There they go human beings leaking out away from the horizon.
Practicing their lives.
rehearsing future victories.
They go attempting to hold the road.
As traffic keeps pace.
Sun so timid to rise.
But shows it's first signs.
The flow of people wishing for something bigger.
Bigger than themselves in that proud impossibility.
Eyes judge and voices accuse.
Legs brace as feet hit the pavement.
thye move like drops of water down a glass window.
With the sun shining in, training to be something.
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