The Constant Search

Its always this constant search

To find the who, where, and whys

For this life that is all so short

 

Its always a constant search 

to find that inner thing 

that make you you

 

Its always a constant search 

until that one day when you think its found

the one thing that makes you you

 

Its always a constant search

Until you realize just what you can do

With that thing in your head called a brain

 

Its always a constant search

Until that brain in your skull

is finally not a battle field

 

Its always a constant search

of the who, where, and why

of this tiny thing called life

 

Its always a constant search 

Until that one day you are found

With this amazing personality 

 

Its always a constant search

to find that inner you 

the one who is smart, funny, and even cute

 

It always a constant search

To find what makes you

But you always know 

That you are what makes you

This poem is about: 
Me

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