The Way time Flies

His feet hit the ground at
the exact
same
rate

On a journey, everything he sees
is the same.
He feels motionless
still
as he goes through cycle
endless space of similarity
in front
and behind
but it isnt till his scenery changes
that he realizes how fast he is moving,
how much he has left behind.

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