Memory lane, path on

   Road is a way were many, if not the most time travelers go on
      Obvious every one has at least one reasson to follow
   It's some kind of soul searchness, and compus drive
      Mostly we go alone, only that happens sometimes
    A strange feelling of knowin to get to see, someone else different,
      Instead, that makes you think more about them, instead..
    I try to find a way, to make every moment count more
       For that person, without having to think much of myself..
     Somehow still searching, still seems a random letting go,
       One to count when i'm away, maybe..but more when i'm close..
     Awayness is not good for anybody, no matter how far,
        Home is always the place to turn to, because, they know,
      Us better, then any other strangers met on the way of
        That self searchness, and dedication to the partner.
      A pause, a reaction, another connection, and a breath of air
        That's what makes us feel close to the most pure way of think
       In wich the Lord has a plan for any of us, and loves us like
     His angel-childrens, and show us the love we need  in our heart
       To survive the daily routines roads, and places we go..
     Could it really be the same feelling we are searching in trying    
       And sometimes found our partners in love with our emotions..