I Am... Waldo

I am... Waldo.

 

The spec in the crowd

that no one notices

I blend like a chameleon

I don't want to be found.

 

Don't run your fingers

over the book of my life

you search me as if

I were your runaway wife.

 

Where am I now?

It won't matter.

Although,

I'm always in a room full of chatter

on my image

your finger will patter

my face will always

influence your laughter.

I was the original gingerbread man

you will find me but not catch me

with no other plan

 

I am on the move- please do not follow

But you will and for that,

I've become Waldo.

 

 

  

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I Am... Waldo

 

The spec in the crowd

that no one notices

I blend like a chameleon

I don't want to be found.

 

Don't run your fingers

over the book of my life

you search me as if

I were your runaway wife.

 

Where am I now?

I't wont matter

Although,

I'm always in a rom full of chatter...

on my image

your finger will patter

my face will instantly

ifluence your laughter.

I was the original gingerbread man

You'll find me but not catch me

with no other plan

 

I am on the move- please don't follow

But you will and for that,

I've become Waldo.

 

 

  

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