We want to see ourselves change
From odd to fascinating taste
As we look past as greatest dreams
And reborn in a chapter of new beginning.
We can always change!
When we were too young
We tended to lose ourselves
And flow mistakes to the river.
As we wake up each day
We realize that we are brand new
It happens little by little
But still leaves a mysterious question.
Whispers behind our back don't make us
Change is a matter of choice
We build ourselves like a Lego house
And decide what we'll be remembered for.
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What's Next?(The Untold 2)
PoetryYou'll never really learn unless you give yourself a hard try- Lei Strauss
