That puts your heart at ease,
And you traverse the bush to the one beside you,
It makes you weak at the knees.
The loneliness sheds light on all of the things,
That you could not see when you were where you were,
And suddenly you miss everything,
That you lived for.
And if there was no way back, could you ever find,
That type of fulfillment in the place you crossed to?
Only if you filter your eyes differently,
And invented another you.
And it's alright,
Thank god you can always go back,
Unless you don't pay attention to where you came from.
I guess, then, you never really knew where you were at.
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