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He was not sure why
he journeyed as he did.
The path which he was chasing
was littered casually with
the hope he retained in his heart.

Upward he flew

Pausing only once to check
the wristwatch he had received
last Christmas. It glowed in the
minute detail of its softly ticking
life. He wasn't certain, but he
seemed to think it had been a
gift from someone at work.

As he stopped, he wondered;
Was the effort to run even worth
the inclination? He climbed the
tip of his mind to rotate through
the patterns it displayed.

What was he running from?

Nothing seemed to make sense to
him anymore. Once he had felt secure
in his mountain top. Once he had
believed every myth he had been
taught.

What had changed?

He was not able to isolate the
exact second he realized he
could not stand the hum-drum of
his existence. Maybe it was the
day he realized his life was
passing along yet he was not
moving with its flow.

He climbed

the tragic steps of the future.
Jostling through the crowds
who were running the same
way.

He would find his answers.
He was determined.