Ambling Up to a Finish Line (Hour Twenty-Four)

There is a strange embarrassment

At ambling up to a finish line

Still feeling good.

An abashedness at being able,

And in control.

This is a good moment to notice,

And to ask questions.

For whom am I pretending?


I can do what I set my mind to,

If I set my mind to.


And that’s the end.

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