When you were but a lad and I reached maturity, I was also ejected from predefinitions’ simplicities.
Consigned to wander, belatedly – I’ve wondered what it should all mean to me.
And as I look at our timeliness tripping, my heart can’t help but keep skipping.
For it seems we’ve both been looking into the same mirror, hoping.
You and I.
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