about one's life is that there
is no plot.
it's all improv
at some point, once
the strings
are cut
and your wings have
spread
to fly.
there's drama to be sure,
and love.
there's magic,
and sadness.
dead ends and surprise,
but there
is no straight line
from here
to there.
and at the end
of one's life,
it's hard
to say what
it was all about, but
hopefully it was hell
of a ride.
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