We’re two wandering paths that rarely coincide

Sometimes we intersect 
sometimes we collide

We’re two orbiting worlds on separate sides of the sun

Streak across each other’s sky
 and then we’re gone.


Is this priceless?

Is this worth fighting for?

Is this priceless?


My fingers are tired

My arms have grown weak

From trying to hold onto something I can’t keep.

When I look at you I can’t tell if you’re here or gone.

Are you just sticking around til the next best thing comes along?


Is this priceless?

Is this worth fighting for?

Is this priceless?

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