We look and we plan, predict the next mate,
We don’t see what we like, discriminate.
Eyes on what we want, we go make our next move,
Misrepresent ones self, perceived flaws remove.
We ask little questions, judge all the while,
We look for our inch to take the next mile.
We don’t really plan too far ahead,
Certain egress now hangs on a thread.
Yet still we look even deeper inside,
Determine true fit and what will collide.
Don’t judge us too much, there’s reason in why,
We don’t get too close if things feel awry.
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