Are some of us eternal travelers?
Forever in transit,
hoping to reach an unknown destination?
Or are we all ceaselessly moving,
even as we think we are content to stand still?
Content as we stand still.
As we grow older, in one of the rare instances
of circumstance reflecting reality,
Family gives way to the self,
and we find ourselves making journeys in the silence of solitude.
Do we even then, really wish for moments past,
in a time when it was common
to encounter a magician on a train
with your parents and your sister by your side?
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