It's hard to succumb to the mistakes of past
When a stream of water flows towards the ocean
You don't judge the desperation of it's flow as a river
So are the emotions, illogical in expense
The extent of thought is a mockery to all the logic sense
You want what you want, you need what you need
If they don't fall in sync, which want will you seed?
The needs will find their root, unmet in priority
You think you know yourself all?
Can you prove the conformity?
Some day shall happen as it is meant to be
The pieces of puzzle will find their place to be.
There might be conflicts, struggles, and all
But your emotional security will reach it's peak
And you will feel you know it all whole,
The next we speak.
Hopefully.
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