quick found poem, inspired by the title,
Is it the house or the home that is endless?
which seems to go on forever.
House stays put and
home continues on forever even without,
you might be away on an epic journey,
a coming of age spending spree,
what was the previous generation's road trip,
is our generation's backpacking through Europe: everything you think you need on your back,
everything you think you want obtainable with American cash and credit.
Planes & trains, Amsterdam & Rome, hostels and strangers, and you only return when you've run out of funds,
and upon your return you're expected to be
less hostile, more worldly, and
totally accepting of your fate:
you'll work to live to earn and save,
save for the chance to end the race,
yearn for an end to the chase,
an end that looks less like death and
more like the open road
you once knew that led to this endless house of your dreams.
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