Why is it that to understand,
first we have to see the ends,
people cannot fly,
without first getting up,
nothing much is given now,
for the time to fly or fail,
is getting near.

Not a day goes by,
when I don't think of her,
too bad she seems to not think the same.
Too great a challenge,
to face the people.

There are those who cannot say,
there are those who find the time,
what is this to me,
nothing really.

Without thinking of her,
in all of her moods,
take the challenge,
and see it through.

To express what I think,
I turn to others,
finding out so much,
but really not knowing anything at all.

Emotions play games,
the mind doesn't understand,
the feelings I get,
when I see,
when I hear,
when you are near.

So close yet so far,
why do I not try harder,
other people know,
but for me,
why is still the question.

Behind the facade,
lies the true being,
too many things hidden,
beneath the feelings.

They can become open,
they can become seen,
there is only one,
who can open this dream.

I wish she knew the person behind,
everybody else has taken their time,
still I wonder what to do,
There are too many things left to say,
for who you say,
for you...
 
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