My sins I discover more.
I find this path fast shrinking in breadth,
almost to the width of my foot.
No breathing space.
In the years to come,
It'll be a tightropewalk.
There's no left, no right,
Just straight ahead.
For many will run, but few will get the prize.
Monday, July 28, 2008
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