A tangle of webs,
All strung together,
Every piece is there,
It is just finding them,
It is the needle in the hay stack,
It all looks the same but that one is different,
It is finding the right page,
In a thousand page book,
With no page numbers,
It is the chance of walking outside,
And finding your soul mate,
The second you begin to look,
If these things sound impossible,
Its because you are seeing them the wrong way,
That is life.
Robin L.A.Shaw
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