I dreamed big as a kid
We all wished the same
For our future to be splendid
We all planned to be an astronaut
But that's not what our future brought
Didn't need drugs to get high
My imagination took me to the sky
Where in the air I could fly
When my head was in the clouds
I was distant from the crowds
We all want to be an astronaut
But that's a silly thought
We want to let go and float away
To finally be free
Problems held us down
Chose to escape the gravity
When I believed
I was so relieved
I could be deceived
We all want to be an astronaut
But in the end, we're always caught
We want to leave this prison
Open our body and escape the corpse
We are molded into shape and left to mold and spoil
But if anything, we want to spoil ourselves
We all want to be an astronaut
But that's not what we were taught
Assumptions, expectations, ideologies
We need to be different
The chosen one
And this unifying need for individualism
Is what makes us all the same
We imagined us so strong
But all we wished was to belong
We all want to be an astronaut
But it turns out we're all just a fraud
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The rhymes are really lazy, but after having a draft in my folder for multiple months, I just wanted to finally finish it.
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