There are No Paths

The paths we make will only be covered
anon by the powder of time, or
forgotten in time among
time’s unappeasable
erosion and melt.

There are no paths.

There never were any.

Every path is an illusion, or
delusion of confidence.
The only paths
are the ones we find ourselves standing on.

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