I walk fast on a path I don’t want to be on, but time moves slow.
I know a certain distance is to be covered, till I reach somewhere … somewhere I want to be, or somewhere different from this place. I can accelerate movement with a faster vehicle, or taking a shortcut.
I’ve reached a place after decades, after looking for the perfect vehicle and after framing words and maps for the perfect place.
liberation is
changing paths or changing dreams
desires hold hostage

Thoughtful and well-written concluding lines, Reena.
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Thank you, Lisa!
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You’re welcome 🙂
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I think most of us have been in that position, Reena, as if on treadmill, we go as fast as we can but don’t seem to get anywhere. I don’t believe in perfect, but I do agree with the sentiment in your haiku: a change is as good as a rest.
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Thank you so much, Kim!
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Lovely Haibun
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Thanks for the consistent encouragement!
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You’re most welcome
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The trick seems to be to keep moving…
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That’s a good point 😊
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