The years spent building your own castle
will not come back to you;
The stones of your dreams
and the mortar of who you should have been
now blocked in place.
Delight never did live there,
but a dull obligation
to some shadowy ideal
handed to you before
you could refuse to
take it.
This you must get
and come to believe
with your life:
The energy of delight will
carry you home;
all the small things you carry
will be gone
before you arrive,
even the stuttering steps
that are your heritage
cannot keep you -- in the
end -- from the place
you belong.
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