That all you've ever done,
Culminates in the realization,
Of the source of your motivation.
And until it does, you won't believe it will,
And when it does it's like it didn't,
Because the question now is what do you do,
Now that you're finished?
Because life is really that cruel,
You're either searching, or you've finally found,
And finding only leads to getting drunk,
Or resuming looking around.
But it's alright,
You don't want to settle down, anyway,
Or you would not really be living,
No matter how much you can afford to pay.
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