Look deep inside for that thing that hides from itself
Give away everything but you still won't find anything
Search for a thousand years and when it is your grasp it will fade away
As small as a grain of sand as tall as a mountain
Strong as a pillar and yet like a blade of grass
A branch will break and many will stay
Rain is but a drop in someone's bad day
The sun is great except on a hot desert day
A fine cigar is free when its the match that costs money
Wishes are like dreams they only stay until the memory fades
More often than not black and white fades into gray
If you say stop, the world just keeps moving on anyways
Lines are drawn and its the eraser that gets paid
If you find the time you will find the day
In a lonely place, a hello goes a long way
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