The Real You
By Lord R.e. Taylor
I do not know your story
Sometimes I wish I did
You arrive every single day
Walk out on the dock
And you just sit there
Maybe you are meditating
Possibly you are praying
It is likely that you are just being you
Someday I may walk down just to talk
Find out about the real you
And maybe meet a wonderful person
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