I'm reaching and searching,
for lost innocense,
where is she?
I search through crowds,
see smiling faces,
I catch a glimpse,
and then she's gone,
an essence long forgotten,
a dream once reality,
what is real?
I'm tired of looking,
Is she that important?
a figment of my imagination,
I see as truth,
giving up is to easy,
staying afloat is to hard,
so I sit and watch,
the smiling masses pass by,
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