Stationary Point

This is a story of my one true love
The hand that fits the others glove
And as the dew falls and waves crash
I wish to sign on but instead I dash
Away coz you can’t catch a squirrel
I dance like a ballerina mid twirl
Poised between perfect and I don’t know
The way is made so I just let go

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