To many things come in to view So many things I like to do So much clutter that I miss The one thing I should not dismiss Like a face in a crowd Like it was wearing a shrowd It hides from me So I can not see The one thing I hold dear I will find It do not fear But I must make haste To get a trace Before the end I will find my friend Has taken off his shrowd To reveal his face in the crowd
Reason for writing:
This becuase i have missed some friends by being to busy
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