My mind splits in half
Two people looking at fixed eyes
Just different visions
A path to here or to there
These dreams converge
Like a spoken word
But without power
One foot follows the other
Down a hot asphalt road
Where heat blurs the horizon
Thirst stays on my lips
I trod forward
I know I will get there
To be refreshed and cooled
Then a perfect rest
Rejuvenates me for new journeys
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