One Road

There must come a point

When living is enough

When the ravenous eye

Is sated

When the longing heart

Is complete

When the wind strewn soul

Is swept up

Gathered into a puzzled whole

And granted rights to enlightened edges

That one day seamlessly coalesce

There must come a point

When I might become my own

No longer in feverish conflict

With all else I hope to be

And all my many roads

Join together as one

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