I’m in a place where I belong,
Yet it’s OK to leave,
For nothing’s right and nothing’s wrong,
And there’s no need to grieve.

And all that was has led to this;
As such, it had to be:
I’m in a state of utmost bliss,
Or make that: it’s in me.

And every end that once was loose
Is tied up in a bow,
And no one needs the least excuse
To know all there’s to know.

And those who don’t and those who do
Are standing at the crossroads, too.

Photo by Malcolm Lightbody on Unsplash

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