we can’t have it all, can we?
we have to make choices.
choices are sacrifices.
and inevitably that’s giving up something that you want..
- for something that you want more.
Oh, this wild, wild love of ours, it cannot be tamed.
i want a word for the almost-home.
that point where the highway’s monotony becomes familiar
that subway stop whose name will always wake you from day’s-end dozing
that first glimpse of the skyline
that you never loved until you left it behind.
what do you call the exit sign you see even in your dreams?
is there a name for the airport terminal you come back to,
i need a word for rounding your corner onto your street,
for seeing your city on the horizon,
for flying homewards down your highway.
give me a word for the boundary
between the world you went to see
and the small one you call your own.
i want a word for the moment you know
you’re almost home.
There is a rest stop just inside the North Carolina border coming from Virginia where we always stop and go “Whew. Nearly there.”
Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
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