You know that despair
as you turn to look home?
Grief in your bones
and dust in your hair.
It doesn’t matter
if you’re here or there,
It doesn’t matter
if you think it’s unfair.
You can’t outrun
what you can’t outlast,
you can’t undo
what you won’t fast.
The choice is yours
to do hard things,
to go in the direction
where you hear truth ring.