So close,
So far.
Almost,
Not quite.
This will end at some point right?
At some point things will just fit into place?
Like the cinder blocks of the new housing buildings.
I just want to get there and settle down,
Find that right state of being.
The one where I don't have school,
Like the summers of junior high with great novels to be read.
That would be a wonderful little treat.
Just need to keep working that is all,
Putting together all the different little parts.
Soon it will be all systems go,
Like the Apollos of the space race.
So close,
Not so far.
Almost,
Soon enough.
Patience young one,
That is all.
Patience.
-jared a muscat
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