You turned and walked away
Left a puzzle to me
A puzzle I have been trying
To solve with half of my life
since nineteen
Start with any positive integer
The sequence will always
End on you. I've tried thousands of methods
The Collatz conjecture is always reseen
It's also a Navier-Stokes equations
Like air passing over aircraft wings
Water flowing out of a tap
It's a Möbius strip as the helical heart
Going cycle as boreen
I was too tired to solve it
I traveled far away across the sea
Moving from the Eastern to the Western
From the North to the South
It just always pops up, in the disguise of
The first sunlight entering my room
The soft wind touching my face
The fragrance from flowers blooming by the road
The singing by birds in the treen
I know that's a trap to lure me in
The calm surface is always
Followed by a torrent, just like
The first beginning of the sweet
Drives to mixed tastes
Without a cue. It could not be broken
It just could not be broken
Until that day I saw you again
I saw the key. It's in your hand
Shinning with sheen
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