Untethered

I walk a shore,
Stretching for miles ahead,
But with a start and end.

I leave footprints behind,
And step into ones before me,
Walking straight with no bend.

I look back behind me,
I see a boy in the distance,
So far back he is barely visible.

He looks so strange,
So foreign and alien,
I can not tell if he is miserable.

Up ahead there’s a man,
Further yet realer to me,
Though he is fading into the haze.

I am standing there,
In between the footprints,
Destined to be awashed by the waves.

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