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Part 1

In the meadow i hear a baby crying,

but not a sound does carry on the wind.

He does not know what's to come,

and he has no yesterday.

A clean slate with no mistakes,

but plenty to be made,

its what makes the boy a man

or so I've heard them say.

He has yet had time to dream,

but he will have all the time he needs

for dreams and mistakes are what makes a man,

a man or so it seems.

Truth be told I'm not sure what make a kid a mature adult,

it's not just done by growing up,

because we all have done that before.

Maybe it's time and common sense,

but what's so common since not every one has it,

but too many rely on something don't have.

We are only what we've made ourelves become,

what our dreams and mistakes have molded us to be.

Trying to live something like a modern day fantasy,

but it is unseen because it is yet to exsist,

and still we dream.

We dream because we want to escape to the reality we long for,

and we dream for enternity.