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The Search

Thinking. Searching, asking for more. But what, in my mind do I want to explore? Define, dissolve, I don’t have a clue. Not really knowing, what’s it I wanna do. Looking, delving, confusingly so, I stare into empty space, knowing not where to go. What is it? I ask? What is it that I must? A crossroad, a journey, or something from the past? The answer I guess, is out there somehow, I clasp my hands together, my head in a bow. Hoping, believing, go on, and dig deeper, Stay still, look out, be content and feel better; All the answers will, in its time get their cue, But now learn to wait and you’ll get them when they’re due.
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