The Sensitivity of Progress

To hold or let go

To live

Or grow old

We shoulder these decisions

In what I learn

What I know

The sensitivity of progress

Can be held up



If proper attention is not paid

To forward motion

And progress

I obsess

About the shape my mind


The inner monologue

That projects my final epilogue

“My journey will never get easier”

To a stranger I said

He quickly replied with no fetter

“True, but we only get better”


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