tugging at your skin
you\'ll never find
what it is you long for
contentment
eventually all people
begin to speak the same
every story has been told
every life has been lived
different faces reflect
the same complex ideas
only seperated by their own
self-awareness
and you say you\'ll find comfort
in the next town over
build the sort of home
you lacked the tools for here
but you\'ll only find
the same lonely people
with different faces
and the same houses
painted different colors
the next mountain you climb
won\'t satisfy your ache
still covered by the same sky
following with no regard
for how long you have traveled
and you can\'t stand still
because the moment you stop
you\'ll realize it was all in vain
and there is no satisfaction
for you to achieve
so you keep going
one more novel
will change your understanding
one more pound
will make you beautiful
one more person
will be different than the rest