You find out how far out
You can go by going,
But more often you find
Out just by starting out
Far off the mark, wishing
You could be in the thick
Of what others are doing,
But you’re stuck, but you stick
It out where you are, far
From your generation,
If there’s any such thing,
Far for certain from things
You watch and read, learning
There’s no road you can reach
That leads from you to them.
It dawns on you there is
A road, and you’re sitting
Beside it every day,
But it’s the road that leads
Away. It’s longitude
Not latitude you change.
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