Like a true fantasy,
One is born and somehow a path chosen
That no one could foresee,
Sure there are some who would help you to choose,
Whether you like or not,
But in the end the choices were all yours,
More often than not, not what others thought,
'Cause others can't see what is in your heart,
Often others are you,
For you're oft not taught how to know yourself,
For people rarely do.
But here's the thing,
Even after you've grown,
There's nothing to say that you still can't learn,
And salvage a life that's truly your own.
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