And what will you do with your wild, untethered days
other than sit around stuck within the chains of expectation?

When did you lose sight of the destination you set out to reach?

Did you pawn off your non-negotiables at the station?

Forge signatures just to make the connection?

Convince yourself that miles run and participation ribbons only count if they’re playing for keeps?

Dear child, a destination of that kind can only be reached when you stop running.

Because you were never trying to get somewhere.

You were trying to get back to yourself.