I look for it everywhere, in everyone
exhausting my subconscious, looking for the spark
and as every soul comes in and out of my life
it seems a little more hopeless
there is a beauty in the sadness
pining for the unavailable
the unattainable
the invisible nonexistent ideal that my dreamers mind created
and if you’re a few degrees off course
is it enough to throw off the whole journey?
surely the entire expedition won’t be thwarted
by lovers’ good intentioned miscalculations
blame it on the stars, and their ever shifting reason for existence
their guidance changing on every whim of want
we’ll still make it there, there
to that place where enlightened minds go to make beautiful things
won’t we?
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