Sometimes its like were in a maze, hallways upon hallways of options and choice
Walking these paths alongside others connected without a distinctive voice
Do i interest you yet? have a i described a full of twists make-up and props extravagant spcript and set ?
Why not sit for awhile and read, ill tell you a story of a starry-eyed boy
full of wide eyed wonder and porcelain joy
intrepid in thought but burdened with the sin of pride
A heart shackled in feeling, a belief as free as the wind blew outside
This was just the beginning he said as images of the potential came flooding into his mind
a hope this would not become just another memory, a cruel dream for him to at night simply, rewind.
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