Getting lost in the places that are the most Familiar
Feeling at home away from everything you know
Some are meant to wander,
it seems.
“What was it, again, that I came here to find?”
you ask yourself
nightmares of inefficiency and
god forbid
counterproductivity
The pig snorts as he eats your slop,
His delicacy.
Tell yourself again once again
that the path you are on is the path
one cannot leave, no matter
misfortune or misplaced effort;
So live happily and then die with content,
and do things in between
that you don’t hate
and some
that you love.
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