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
Ticket 2 Ride 