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Silence I would like to ask,
If your color blind?
But I know you'd never answer.
And noise, I'd like to dare you somethin,
But I know you can not hear me.
So solitude, I'd hang with you,
But you'd probably like to be alone.
So we'll play another day,
Because I know you all so well.
But silence is a fickle thing,
Noise likes all the attention
And solitude likes Darker moods,
But, I've just run from sadness.
Happiness, I was wondering,
If you travel north for the winter?
But I know you're very busy this time of year.
And I've knocked on loves door once or twice,
But loves roommate pain always answers.
So I went to gratitude and appreciation,
But when I saw them holding hands
I decided not to bother.
So we'll talk another time,
We've met so long ago.
And sadness, I am sorry
I should not have asked that.
And, happiness maybe I'll see you up north,
Because I'd like to travel with you.
I saw lust around the other day
And I asked a question,
But lust just answered a question with a question.
I'd like to find piece of mind,
But boredom likes to follow.
And fun loves me in every way,
But fun is so demanding.
So I'll swim in oceans with myself,
I'll go to parks and fairs.
Because I know that somewhere down the road,
Happiness can't always be to busy