Against all odds
Raised under watchful eyes
I stand under broad daylight
Expectations driven through the mind
Curiosity crumbled into a pile of dust
Searching for an exit in a complex maze
Hand reaching for a dream so far away
Here I stand with a will so strong
Ready to walk down my own path
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