Courting a Problem

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At first it’s just a foggy blur,
You’re neither sure nor clear,
Yet somewhere…somewhere deep down within you,
That insatiable bug named “curiosity” has raised its head,
And you know you’re on the roller-coaster again…

You court that fuzzy blur,
Play with it, fight with it, dream of it…
And then one day all of a sudden,
Sudden as if by magic, you start seeing indistinct patterns,
Patterns in the haze, sequences in the blur,
Gradually getting unambiguous, lucid and clear…
You know she’s agreed to your serenade,
The “it” has morphed into a “she”,
And your joy knows no bounds…