when she stops giving a sh*t

She sets off with yesteryears in her pocket
they laugh at her choice of path

Isn’t it the destination that matters?
she wonders

Of course not, you silly,
they snort
the journey is key

Time passes and she embarks
on a carefully-charted route
they laugh at her choice of destination

Doesn’t the journey matter?
she ponders

Of course not, you fool,
they snort
we only want results

To hell with all of you, she says,
as she picks her next dream
and carves her own way
to get there.


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