I'd think that the world was speaking to me,
Requesting that I listen more intently,
To its sincere entreaty,
To understand the path it has chosen,
Without concern for the direction,
Because it will eventually lead,
To my ultimate destination.
Though, what's the point if it is the last stop,
And the way there was filled with discomfort and strife?
The real journey is just getting there,
And the end also is the end of life.
But it's alright,
I'll get you back one of these days.
Not to imply that I actually owned you,
No matter what those around you may say.
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