I Bee Live

All my life I’ve been searching
Searching for a perfect flower
I’ve been searching for it day and night
Hour after every hour

I imagine it will be perfect
With all the qualities I like
The size, the colour, the smell,
With pleasant thorns and spikes

And seldom on my journey
There comes a flower I see
A flower that I seem to like
With all the lovely qualities

And everytime I get close to it
I find out that it’s taken
I feel saddened for a while, then
my heart again it awakens

But the fact is that I’ve stopped
Searching for my flower
I’ve stopped spending all my time
Every moment, every hour

And Yes, I still have hope
That I’ll find my flower one day
Maybe it’ll be at the end of my road
Or maybe along the way

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