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About A Guy Named Will
He Knows Where He's Going
He walks like he knows where he's going
and exactly how long it'll take to get there.
I watch his face, which reveals something
but nothing to me. It's strange I even care.
Without a glance at me, he walks by,
with my stare though, I try to catch his attention.
He is a stranger to me, but that doesn't explain why
I notice him and always feel such apprehension.
Most of the time, he's quiet and solemn
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His laughter is my goal most of the time.
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Most of the time, he's quiet and grave
it echos soundlessly behind his feet
and the way he always properly behaves.
I shouldn't even have noticed him, he's so discreet.
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He walks like he knows where he's going
and exactly how long it'll take to get there.
His face is a shroud that reveals nothing,
but I know there is something left unsaid in him.
He does not stand out in the crowd, he is discreet.
And most of the time, he's quiet and grave
it echos soundlessly behind his feet
and in the unfocussed gaze within his eyes.
He has a personality I can not define,
how can I understand who he truly is.
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