Proposal for a Home

A free-verse poem from December 2014.

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So often we miss
            the chance at pure bliss
What we’re losing is this:
                              the purpose of life,
                                                             feeling,
                                                                       happiness.
We say and we promise
                             somewhere and somehow,
                                                        and even someday,
                                        for what we can’t vow;
          though there may be no tomorrow,
                                                                           so let’s do it all now.
Maybe the strangest
                                possession in life
                                                 is that which we seek
                                                                             but rarely we find.
It feels foreign,
             though it is
                          always ours,
                                                                                     in our minds.
Maybe the search
                          will finally end this time.

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