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
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