This enigma is beyond me
Sight is limited, signals are few
If I were to walk, I’d be free
But these signs may be true
The simple conversations I hold
Are what capture my attention
These times, they are never bold
But worth a mention
I’ll come to know soon
Of what will become of this
In my ear, I hear a tune
Of bliss or an utter miss
Either way, it shall be worth
A shot at something new
Enjoyable times, down to earth
Maybe I’ll finally discover you
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