It
I can't find it.
It's staring me in the face,
But I don't want it.
Or do I?
I'd try to figure it out
If I could,
But I can't
So I shouldn't,
But I do.
And where do I end up?
Back where I started.
Searching...
For It.
Copyright © Jonathan White | Year Posted 2008
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