My eyes are met with a thousand worlds
And I marvel in front of many possibilities,
But I can't choose. I cannot find my words.
And so the strings are pulled by other entities.
I gaze upon this hindered soul
That could have soared so high into the sky.
But it is empty and dark just like a coal;
It's shackled to the cold and humid ground.
Why would I smile, pretend I'm someone else?
My wings were cut before they even grew.
And what about the feelings I suppress?
Should I just let them die along with my dreams too?
Each second of my life hurts more and more
And every time I see my own reflection,
I spot the struggle and I watch the war
Not knowing what's the right direction.
The world is harsh, but it becomes a hell
If I don't break the chains and walk the path I choose.
I ought to come out of that shell;
Embark the ship,deciding my own cruise.
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