Rest
What do I understand?
What have I mastered or come to terms with?
The way we define happiness,
the way we allow one another's satisfaction,
is based on a rest
that I might be ashamed to find.
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Author's Note
It's silly to me, really – the way we nod to those who "master" things. Would anyone ever really want to admit to that?
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