Every day in search of something,
Sometimes explicit, sometimes hidden.
We look up to people umpteen,
Only to stop when we’re bed-ridden.
We take up questions and try,
Finding answers to all of them.
Some questions are yours, some mine,
Some answers subtle, some so lame.
You have a lot to ask,
I have a lot to tell.
We’ll slowly unveil our mask,
And no one shall ever compel.
I will show you my fears,
My doubts, my smile, and my joy.
I will be there to wipe your tears,
For you, I’d be the perfect boy.
Then you’ll stop asking me,
Because we would be a complete two.
When still you’ll search for me,
You’ll find me inside you.
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