At times we all fervently wish
To travel alone, steal away…
And keep daily struggles at bay
Or banish them all with a swish!

But life is like choosing a dish–
Some options we like, others not.
Just one is too much, if a lot;
We need other tastes for the spice.
Yes, even the ones less than nice.
We’re here, and we have what we’ve got!

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Written for
Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 44: (STEAL) in the B rhyme line.