A poem about searching for something you didn't want to find.

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I set out on a journey,

Heart open and eyes set wide

I grabbed her hand with no set plan

And said hey let’s kill some time

 

Whiskey and tequila,

What’s mine is yours and yours is mine

With pressed lips, where fingers slip

And a chaser filled with brine

 

So you don’t know

Which way to go

Or what you’ll want to find

But restless hearts, beat on their parts

With undiscovered lies

 

You asked for some seeds of doubt

Watering alone, hoping something would sprout

But there was no plant, just your watering can

And a concern no concern would be found

 

I guess looking’s a foolish man’s game

So I said hey let’s give it a play

On top of the trash, the marks on your back

It always ends up the same way

 

So you don’t know

Which way to go

Or what you’ll want to find

But restless hearts, beat on their parts

With undiscovered lies