THERE
When I get there, I’ll be happy,
As if happiness is some consolation prize,
Like joy cannot be defined in the in-between,
And its attachment to success makes it real,
When I get there, I’ll be free,
As if I’m chained to the validation,
I’m tethered to the routine and I’m a prisoner,
Only, I am caged on the outside looking in,
When I get there, I’ll be content,
As if the satisfaction is only in a finished product,
Like I’m edging the words “I’m proud of you”
But I’d never let myself hear them,
When I get there, I’ll be me,
As if up until now I’m a mosaic of incomplete,
Like the bigger picture will never make sense,
And I’m still searching for my five bold strokes,
When I get there, I’ll be,
As if there is a finality to existence there,
What if there is no satisfaction in the end,
What if there is no freedom from the fetters,
When I get there,
What if there is no joy waiting for me,
Only the sorrows I ignored, scaling this hill,
Without knowing who will be standing at the summit,
I hope it is a happy, free, content me.
~Frankhie
