I'm tired of looking for something that I have always had in my pocket,
My fingers can reach it
My nose can smell it
It's on the tip of my tongue..
yet it might as well be, 1000 miles from me,
One does not find things in this universe,
They find you,
when you are ready, willing,
and able to see that these things you look for... are me
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