Inner

I think I know

what I want,

what

gives me peace,

joy, contentment.

Mirage-like

it dissipates

when I arrive,

often.

The future seems

as alluring

as the present is

uncomfortable.

I bring it with

me.

That’s what I’m

really after.

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