For what you want to do,
That elicits the same from other folk,
Feelings it does for you,
It is not so much the definition,
As the way that it feels,
Nestled inside your brain without thinking,
While maintaining a comforting appeal,
Taking on an existence of its own,
Oh where art thou, my sense?!
A thought for now until forever more,
To get you off that fence,
Onto my side,
Just for the sounds of it,
Unless it just never unveils itself,
The perfect size, and yet it never fits.
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