When I grow up,
I want to be.
When I grow up,
I want to see.
A tiny hand.
A simple plan.
A blank page.
An empty stage.
A worn path with stepping stones,
A world of wonder still unknown.
I look to you to take my hand,
To guide me in this strange land.
You failed me.
You stumbled.
I stand Alone.
The stones have crumbled.
Follow the Leader?
Seek your Fate?
Walk Alone?
A future to create.
A shaking hand.
An unknown plan.
A filling page.
A trafficed stage.
When growing up,
I became me.
When growing up,
I was forced to see.














Comments
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If God takes lives, He's and Indian-Giver.
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Well, I finally got some damn attention. I guess I can stop being so emo about things.
Damn... I might even come back.
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If God takes lives, He's and Indian-Giver.
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Don't love me because I'm beautiful. Don't hate me because I'm not.
Doubt my love and you doubt me.
i liked the rhetorical questions... kinda reminded me of the choice of three paths.
good story-telling as always.
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If God takes lives, He's and Indian-Giver.
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