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The Box
I am in pursuit, of a box
That I will find later or sooner
Based on the rumor of rumors
I follow the not so yellow brick road
To pursue this beautiful box that over flowed
With ever thing I needed to make a better life
But the location of my box is a mystery
And lost in the history,
I contemplated the the victory, I'll achieve with defeat
But losing is for quitters, and winners never cheat
So I search for self-innovation
In hopes this box just might find my dedication, appealing
I've walked the walk and fell the distance
Just looking for the proof of existence
I mask my emotion but over looked subsistence
Yet still I insist.... This box is real
I searched and I searched and there she was
The box I've longed for has finally become
As real as real and as real as love
But the matter of the fact was so I thought
Yet asides the fact I took a chance
Opened the box and upon first glance
Was an I.O.U. and a tear of a virgin
I closed my eyes to my world end
But then came the glow of the prize inside
A radiant beam that pleasures my eyes
A golden puzzle piece worthy of none
But he who's created it and he who's come.
Now with that, I hold this puzzle piece
Close to my heart, and felt complete
So long I've searched to feel what I feel
Now with a kiss I ask, Do you feel real.
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