The Wrong Way

I do things the wrong way:
I search a haystack in a needle,
Too close for missiles
And too far for comfort.

It is too much for my own good
And not enough to win your heart,
A bit of something
With the taste of nothing.

I do things the wrong way:
A word is worth a thousand pictures,
I hope for the worst
And prepare for the best.

I am too true for my own good
And not enough to fuel your fire,
I chase my dreams
And follow them into the night.

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