And where is this one?
this 'supposed to be the one'
the last person who will ever last
or so they say, and some fail, and some collapse.
And how just one?
with so many shapes, colors and sizes
like snowflakes, seperate from each other, but not really,
they are all the same at first glance, and it's all the same now.
Time after time, she is there and then gone again,
I will call her, 'the impossible one'
this 'supposed to be a one', if one were ever so,
I can't believe it because I can't even see it
so again I let it go.
