One day, we all end up on the couch
Letting a stranger in on our fears and angst.
Paying someone to assuage our pain because
those we love are beset by their own.
One day, we all stop fighting
We tire of building an imagined future
and sharing them with people who
never stay.
The journeying stops too, one day.
We realize the roads can only carry us so far.
We never get far enough from the questions.
We never get close enough to the answers.
We speak little, as conversations lose to conceit.
We accept defeats and let them find a home in us.
We wear our scars and learn to love them.
We finally concede that life isn't entirely ours to live.
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