Adventuring World

Why couldn’t I just be born a wizard,
in a fantastic world,
where my emotions were dragons, 
striding some, taming others,

Adventuring in the woods behind my home,
Glancing in puddles with my long hair, 
because my muddy reflection wouldn’t show my face

This poem is about: 
Me

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