THE PATH TO GLORY
I think that everyone takes it.
There aren't any detours, and
it's on everyone's way. The glare
from the streetlamp perhaps it
confirms.
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Anyway, that was when I used
to live in cities. Now I don't, and
now I find that the same path to
glory resides in stillness. Not in
streets or house numbers. We
really have none of them.
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Dirt paths eventually done over
in stone. Cars waltzing by, logging
trucks and carnival madmen driving
their wagons. Yeah man, it's now a
different world.
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To ask the guy in the farmyard what
he's doing, that makes no sense. I
already know - as I approach. His
name is Phil, and he's tinkering with
that ancient tractor again. He's got
two of them. They are his path to
glory.
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