Terminal
Rushing to a destination,
puffing, looking down, and at a run.
Joyful, taking all the sights in,
eyes peeled, looking up, and having fun.
Tuning out the ones around them,
detached, in distant conversations.
In the moment, always present,
completely lacking consternation.
Terminal is our condition:
adventure or an imposition?
Some are simply passing through here,
traveling with somewhere else in mind.
Those embracing life as journey:
always home in every place they find.
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