There are people, that can't seem, to
make up their mind. They're never
quite sure, what they want and always
looking, for what they cannot find. Why
do they consider this to be a problem,
in the first place? They make it seem
like they're competing, in some sort of
race. They have to ease up and stop
looking, for awhile, unless, this happens,
to be their style. Actually, someone, can
be closer, than they believe, they have to
stop this urgency and not wear their heart,
on their sleeve. In time, the right person,
can come along and change their life,
perhaps, even today. And if that should
happen, all they ever wanted, is going to
sweep them, away!
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