What you are looking for
You walk for miles
Until you wear out the soles
Of your new shoes and weave holes
Into both your socks
You shop all the discount stores
Lining the divided highway.
You buy toasters and hand towels,
And carry them with you
until they slow you down
You watch the rose colored second hand
Twitch around the watch face
And wait for a long time
To find the life within you.
What you are looking for
Is already looking out
From under the yellow eye of the sun.
And at night the stars, the tender Pleides,
hold your hand.
You walk for miles
Until you wear out the soles
Of your new shoes and weave holes
Into both your socks
You shop all the discount stores
Lining the divided highway.
You buy toasters and hand towels,
And carry them with you
until they slow you down
You watch the rose colored second hand
Twitch around the watch face
And wait for a long time
To find the life within you.
What you are looking for
Is already looking out
From under the yellow eye of the sun.
And at night the stars, the tender Pleides,
hold your hand.
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