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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