Searching
On paths astray
For a small clue
On the why, the who
Searching
The ticking of time
For what it meant
That world of two
Searching
With wistful eyes
For the me I was
Or was meant to be
Searching
As years passed by
In the unquestioned routine
Of you and me
On paths astray
For a small clue
On the why, the who
Searching
The ticking of time
For what it meant
That world of two
Searching
With wistful eyes
For the me I was
Or was meant to be
Searching
As years passed by
In the unquestioned routine
Of you and me
Stop searching and looking. Move on!
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