London Poem: Day 58

14 October

We become bashful, considering the future
With presumptuous talk and high aims.
But, what suits us is comfort in knowing
We are in the same place.
So, we listen, eagerly
As designs unfold,
And build our own out of it,
Swirling in the grand plans
of where we can go.
But all in all,
The destination is weightless,
So long as the end provides you and I as one.

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