Finding My Way

I might have found you

I’ve spent some time too

searching everywhere

seems rather unfair

~

When a little child

only just so mild

I was told you’re all we know

I believed in time you’d show

~

I used to complain a lot

figured everywhere I fought

would be a mark against me

some manifested destiny

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One day I saw a picture

and in it a lot of clutter

but within that seeming loss

of order there was a gloss.

~

I turned back the clock 

today, and didn’t flock

to my first appointments

my usual adornments

~

Instead I sat on a bench

and saw me a lovely wench

and in that moment realized

my fear of you disguised.