What Lies at the End of the Tracks

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What lies at the end of the tracks,

no one knows.

I’ve been following the railroad tracks

for longer than I can remember,

but no matter how long I follow them,

they just keep going.

The journey is lonely,

but sometimes I see other people walking.

I don’t speak to them, and they don’t speak to me

because we have nothing to say, so we just walk.

I don’t remember anything from before the railroad tracks,

not even my name.

Part of me thinks that I won’t need memories when I finally arrive.

The other part hopes I will be able to remember when I finally arrive.

My feet never hurt

and I never get tired or have to take a break;

I never get bored with the scenery.

But the end feels so close and yet so far away.

Someday, I hope to reach the destination

even though I’m scared,

because what lies at the end of the tracks,

no one knows.

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