The sharpest needle in the haystack,
just happens to be the hardest one to find,
which is coincidentally,
The one i want.
Of all these needles, I see myself.
Now to find you.
These old eyes of mine arent what they used to be,
and my patience can only grow so thin.
I keep asking for a sign, for some mishapped reason to try again.
Well if this wasnt the last blow to my balloon like confidence, then i dont know what is,
Because this cannot be rationalized.
I dont think finding the needle is the hard thing to do,
the hard thing is knowing when to climb out of the haystack,
because some needles, just arent worth finding
