I'll go searching, following this path
A theory to fill in the blanks
Ought to be the perfect fit
And yet it goes around in circles
The future is an unknown beast
All it takes is a crack for it to be twisted
And stray from perfection
I'm walking down a path
That will eventually drain me of all warmth
If I want to change,
It's now or never!
I don't want a replica like this –
All I need is something "genuine"
I'll go searching, following this path
"But that's just a well made fairy tale."
I stare at the blank space where the answer vanished
I thought I'd buried it here,
But no matter what, I can't figure it out
Even if you carefully raise a beautiful flower,
It will simply be trampled,
By dirty feet lacking hesitation
Under the building white,
A tiny bud is steadily covered up
The far, far off spring,
Is beneath the snow
Things we can't see, without fail,
Always fade from our memories
As we forget the place we endeavor to search for,
We step upon that bud, unnoticing
The flowers we made while relying on our memories all withered,
Not realizing what was there at our feet
The time go searching for,
A place we can call "genuine",
Is surely now!
I don't want a replica like this –
All I need is something "genuine"
I'll go searching for you
"Thank you for finding this tiny bud for me,"
You whispered
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