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Thoughts
I look at these people who are living my life.
I hate them and admire them, all the same.
They're roaming the world with their spirit so free.
They're touching the sky with their feet.
Will I ever be what I dream of being?
Or will I allow myself to stay captive to normality?
A starving artist but a happy soul
A photographer with a smile
A writer with a poem about the world
I've got to reach for the stars
I can't let my soul commit suicide
By never living its dreams
Whats so bad about wanting to see new things
And experiencing what's out there for me
It makes me cry to think that my eyes may never capture
The beautiful view of the many things that my heart yearns for
And that I may never step foot in the few places,
That I just want to see for myself.
