You burnt my map. If all roads lead to the same place, why pick one? Everything cycles: your laps around the equator, my pencil on a Mӧbius strip, a whole life spent, immortality?
You took my map, but I found your answer.
And it’s the one you already know.
Poetry
"Life is so full of distractions that many people forget about what really matters" --Claire Cooper, homeschool student from South Carolina