In ordered lines they bowed as I trod past.
All the way, along the path I took.
Devoid of any emotions, yet seemingly lighting my way.
Panic.
Are they systematically looking down on me?
Hope.
Are they bent in respect, cheering me to the end?
I don't know if I'll ever grow that tall
to find out if they would look up to me.
At least in the darkest nights, I can see where the dog shat.
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