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I was once told that the love I felt beating inside my chest Was nothing more than my mind playing an unfair trick on my heart And like a pair of dice dancing along the uneven pavement Their fate, much like yours or mine had already been decided That even the cracks that drew their faults between two opposing sides Could not escape a fate that was always destined to be sealed To think That someone could actually believe That the swelling tides of my heart Were no more than an anxious highway of ins and outs Anchoring my imagination to the Castles I've been building in the sky... Well, maybe "they" are the crazy ones Then again I have been known to misplace my hope in the way things fall And if I had to confess there stands a greater Chance that I have all but lost my mind in here So I suppose it's better off this way Because I've always believed that the odds of finding what you seek Tend to favor those who are open to seeking them in the first place And I for one...
