If you must, then do.
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Old friends – people that I’ve known for years
Style themselves as monsters
As watches and clocks twitch with silent laughter.
The mind refuses to hold discourse
So I am forced to hold conversations
With my feet, walking away from irony.
The best counsel is to turn out the pockets of your life
Stuff your backpack with extra nothing
And carry on. Lighten your load. Hit the road.
Doors will slam, they have no choice.
Houses will bare their window-teeth
As they smile you a good-bye.
The trail you make is healthier
Than the one you follow, until you lose your way.
But you must walk until you find
Where the horizon meets the sky,
Walk as if there is no greater destination
Than the footsteps you just left behind.
I can almost hear the music in this. You sang as you wrote, 
didn’t you?
nicely done.
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