I went to the door
Hoping someone was there
Hoping to find someone with a care
One who understood nothing is fair
I was looking for perfection
I will be looking for a long time
And, I accept the challenge
No one has ever found a stream that always flows elegantly
In drought,
It is cracked,
Struggling for existence
In flood,
It is unchecked,
Devastating its path
Somedays it is just right
I sit on the bridge those days
I wait for a lover
To sit next to me
I wait for her
To finally set me free
But she's not at the door this time
Maybe she will never be
But I will keep answering
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