Some Kind of Logic


Given that


I had


Good feelings for you


Millions of years


Before even you born




That the dry land


Stare always at the clouds


Hoping for a rain




The fact




No matter


How far


I ran


At the end




Come back


And don't find you


The only conclusion


I can make out of that


Is that


I need to rest for a while


Then run a gain


Looking for a reason


A meaning


A value


And that is that.


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