Mists
Its been told that I'd grow
I thought it true too at times
When time seemed like it solved all problems
The questions made simple by the answers
None ever so slightly certain as one question
kept following after each supplied answers
Yet now I know that One is no good
without another. A self could come up with the answers for awhile
Its exciting, its new, its a maverick point of view
A lone ranger could be happy in a ranch
A dove could enjoy flying solo
But it gets old, the feeling, the excitement all gets stale after awhile
If not refreshed and continually renewed
By friends, lovers, acquaintances, strangers in the mists.
I thought it true too at times
When time seemed like it solved all problems
The questions made simple by the answers
None ever so slightly certain as one question
kept following after each supplied answers
Yet now I know that One is no good
without another. A self could come up with the answers for awhile
Its exciting, its new, its a maverick point of view
A lone ranger could be happy in a ranch
A dove could enjoy flying solo
But it gets old, the feeling, the excitement all gets stale after awhile
If not refreshed and continually renewed
By friends, lovers, acquaintances, strangers in the mists.
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