a merciless search is on the way
on the twisting streets of my memories
for a 'happy once upon a time' moment
and I remember:
had I truly liked myself
I wouldn't have spent a lifetime
running away
to become someone else.
but finding myself on the shores of
the ever expanding present back at home
can't help but compare myself
against a mirage of
this someone I once was
and wonder if all that journey
was for something. nothing?
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