There’s a word I’ve been looking for
That holds the meaning to nothing more
It speaks for all my silent claims
And stands for a life I’m yet to gain
There’s no need to rush time
When all the other words I rhyme
Will have to make do for now
As long as that word can’t be found
A lot to say in many ways
Nothing to keep inside in pain
In searching for that stranded word
I’ve been finding my own world
When it finds me I’ll be complete
The longing for a meaning, ceased
And all the writing will then be gone
Every tale will have been told
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