Finding it

I wonder when we stop searching,

when the burning in my veins will 

mellow out, like a smooth jazz wine

that gets better with age.

I hope when that day comes,

I will see it clearly in true form,

as if it were a birthright 

and realize I never had to search

to find it.


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