I am searching for something that is not necessarily there.
Going out constantly, going out on a tear.
Searching for the special something here, there, and everywhere.
Sometimes when I find it, it causes a scare that now makes me aware of the dare
so now I let it come
Come to me
In a more natural form just letting it be,
Me O my Lord have mercy, I have seen some sights unseen
While I was busy exploring this evergreen.
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