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What if
We are just the horse with the carrot on a stick?
That runs forward endlessly
While the goal always lies inches away
But never comes closer

What if
We are the dog that chases its tail?
That spins around forever

Walking through the barren trees
Squirrels frisking about
Flowers dancing in the breeze
Cool wind blows
Only the dirt road in front
White cloudy sky
Sweet singing birds
Crunching white snow
Then I hear a beeping sound

I am from chapter books,
from smartphones and pencils.
I am from the freezing cold winters of Vermont.
I am from the maple tree,
the soft grass lawn.
I am from noodles and dark hair,
from Andrew and Coco.