Discipline Idea #1 or, The March

It’s a painful, long march toward the sea
and the pace is none too slack.
I have no doubt they’d march right over me
and not even once look back.
Should my body succumb to the exhaustion?
Stopping would at least give peace from the strife
and rest from the marching line.
And for peace, really, what price is life
especially one like mine?
Yet my stubborn heart says “Move”, so on I go.

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