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I am told
there is always something
I can't have
without it
I seek out something else
I don't need
I fill up
with trivialities
useless things
you wonder
why I am so depressed
with this life
the plastic
in my hands speaks to me
So I laugh
spin around
to show you the wonder
you won't see
I long for adventure
free falling from above
a spiraling tower
miraculous fighters
in top hats with ribbon
vests and high collared shirts
to carry me back home
in arms strengthened with love
you think me childish
to hold my dreams tightly
while I keep on moving
treating this world lightly
maybe I won't grow up
condescending over
your daily frustration
laughing under cover
The sheriff
ornamented in gold
wears a mask
The fat King
abuses his power
keeps me trapped
The rogue boy
sings a song to his girl
who is lost
the wonders
lighten this heavy heart
opens eyes
The weight of
unfulfillment crushes
simple needs
And they say
it's the right time to stay
to settle
I long for fast paced heat
A bubbly achieved kiss
racing to reach the sun
Dragged around through the clouds
who are grateful to give
the chance to revel at
boys and girls made up of
twinkling colored star shine
But I don't have a chance
Locked up in the tower
Hidden away from life
Looking through hard windows
Caged in adoration
Chained down by careless words
Frozen, sad, and Alone
Hoping for the blue Prince
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I believe
there isn't anything
I can't have
I will reach
my own aspirations
without doubt
I will touch
fruitful products of dreams
with my heart
I Wonder
about the magic spell
for clear skies
I'll make it
with my very own hands
Pure and light
The power
which brings us happiness
and fulfillment
Smile Once More
Greet the day
with open
caring arms
Let the wind
blow your cares
far away
into space
Run into
the sunset
glowing hot
burning bright
Take my hand
pull me in
hold me tight
beat the fear
I believe
there isn't anything
I can't have
I will reach
my own aspirations
without doubt
I will touch
fruitful products of dreams
with my heart
I Wonder
about the magic spell
for clear skies
I'll make it
with my very own hands
Pure and light
The power
which brings us home again
to blossom
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