I used to believe that my life was a long commute between my Mother and My God,
but as I hurtle down the same roads,
chasing the same sunsets and same, fractured sleep patterns,
I begin to realise that I have been breaking free,
veering off the well work path I have paced a hundred times,
running so fast towards a new tomorrow,
that I will not see it,
and all that it can be, until I get there.
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