M Match..

Learning to dive, or fly high… I meet my self, keep question why,..

where is my match, do i wonder wrong.. or am i shy,..

Is it passing slow, or my wait’s too tough..

am i lost somewhere, or am i feeling so high..

is this seriousness an issue, or my jokes have fade out..

i’m talking too fast, can u hear me, argh! why..

the time’s not right, or this place, might be..

i’ve a mission, an aim, and my only try..

i’m holding it tight, No worries, My match..!!!

I’ll be there someday, & you know why..

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