That's It?

For the Overthinkers

I wandered deep through tangled woods of thought,
convinced the answer hid in darker caves,
that truth was something struggled for and fought,
a treasure pulled from underneath the waves.

I built elaborate ladders just to climb,
collected every map I thought I’d need,
spent years in preparation, wasting time,
too busy planning ever to proceed.

But when at last I paused to catch my breath
and let the frantic searching finally cease,
the thing I’d chased and wrestled half to death
was waiting for me, quiet, still, at peace.

That’s it? I laughed — the door was never locked.
I only ever needed just to knock.

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