I could

Posted on by A Heathen Poet

I could walk a million leagues,

but I rested under a tree.

I could see a million suns,

but I burned my eyes.

I could live a million lives,

but I died in my sleep.

Rest is a story best foretold-

in the land of living, seeing and insomniacs.

Published by A Heathen Poet

We are all the children of men, struggling to keep the madness at bay

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