where you want to be?
is this the room,
the bed,
the house where you'll
lie down in
forever.
is this the table you
were meant to eat at?
the roof to be under?
are these the windows
that you'll pull
open and close
with each new season?
is this
the end of the road,
or another
stop along the way?
sometimes it's better
not to know.
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