I am guilty of living from one to the next;
of wishing and hoping to move from where I stand;
of constantly yearning for change.
It seems though, that when it arrives,
it leaves the satisfaction behind.
It may be possible that change itself is what I am longing for,
and if that be the case, satisfaction cannot possibly be gained.
I must therefore settle on something that gives even the smallest measure of satisfaction, or force it out of where I already am.
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