Everyone has somewhere to be,

someone to meet.

A rush of excitement,

for the chance to see.

That face again,

where all the anxiety fades away,

mind focused,

eyes gazes on another.

But there are moments,

when we return,

or are going,

back home.

Our place of rest.

Sometimes this is all we ever go.

Emotionless expression,

as we distract reality,

with limited amount of entertainment.

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