Ticket 2 Ride

Searching, what do I give to you?

Days, I pondered and debated

Showing, we are a blended two

Perfect, not too little or overstated

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Learning, the rhythm takes time

Imperfect, a misstep and unforced error

Knowing, we won’t always rhyme

Retiring, the wayward wayfarer

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Asking, my unabashed story

Searching, for magic lasting years

Mismatched, not a hand in glove

Settling, for ill-fitted locking of gears

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Appearing, time to be cautious

Probably, just another illusion

Vanishing, like early morning mist

Life, safer in familiar seclusion

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Together, feel what we’re missing

Energy, whatever we create

Stay, not turning away

Bravely, standing with still feet