The Passport
The Passport
Sometimes we think people and our significant others are going to be our passports,
Passports to love, passports to happiness,
Passports to the beginning of families that we may have always craved,
or lives we always imagined in distant countries
passports to new experiences and
emotions we may have never felt.
Instead we find them to be passports to regret and emptiness,
Futility, deceit and even death.
They remain unaware of the hopes and dreams we have pinned to them,
They disappoint and even distress to the point that
they become PORTS we now have in our past
A port we seek to forget for now we realize
All the while that inside of us lies
The very thing we have been seeking outside of self
“The passport to our own happiness”
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