The beginning of what?
The world has changed.
The way we see each other has changed.
Will we begin now to go back to the way we were?
How was that? Do we remember, or do we imagine?
We are children leaving home.
Restless to be free, unfettered by old bonds.
When our ecstasy subsides and the lightness leaves our step, will we rest and take stock of how far we have come?
Or will we stubbornly trudge on,
looking for something that,
even as we search,
we begin to understand we will never find?
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