Journey

Into the unknown
All persons trudge.

The only edge being
The avoidence of death.

The hold of our next intake
Grips our automation.

A lover
Is the uncharted future.

No stage is set
Or time allocated.

Being firstly shot toward the egg
Everyone journeys the tube.

Copyright 2019  Christopher Thompson

Written in respose to the prompt “journey” in #introtopoetry

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