Immortal

Every day waking
Wondering
If today is the fated day,
The shucking of this mortal shell,

Through every road of every age,
deerpath, gravel, cobble,
brick, asphalt,
from hunting hares to
waiting in line for eggs and cheese –

Waking, wondering,
If this is the last day left to me,
Or if I will go on forever,

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