Simple truths - The deal

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Here is the deal.

And i can tell you, from lore or from luck,
 If you end up doing something
That you are not wholeheartedly into,
That does not make you dwell within it with a childlike innocence
And the same curiosity,
Happiness will always be a couple of steps ahead
Or a couple of steps behind
But never together.
Eluding you like love, unrequited and huge
And shake you up with realization tremors
At 3 in the morning
And you can see the turn that life has taken,

The morning coffee mug is the makeshift ashtray now.

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