satisfaction rework

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