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I try to make myself think

of things ahead of time,

But what is time for me to judge

and what will happen when?

Then I think of when and why

and what and where am I?

that which makes me happy, seemingly exists,

What that makes me happy though

and should I try to get it?

and if I try and should I fail,

should I try again?

or should I try for something else,

a goal that seems more real?

and what is the point of young love?

for everytime it's found,

I find it's found so very deep

then thrust off away much deeper.

Challenges, I've heard it said,

make the heart grow strong.

such challenges first weaken it,

no defense against your army

not for my poor heart

to worry on its way

but so deserving in its pain!

poor pain is hurt to others.

for in my heart, the lock is broke

and key is nowhere found

stowed in a box with some small notes,

and guitar picks in sight.

a picture, me in his arms,

i no longer his

but still together, hearts traded each

one strength and one love unbounding.