The Door to Being Grown-UP
A world of people await out a door
It's a door I have been told that shall leave some sores
If you walk out of it into this world
A whole new fate will be restored
This world will leave scars, aches, and pains
But welcome to the world and try this game
"Try to fit in!" the world may scream
Fitting in just is not my thing
I want to stand out not to fade in
but please forgive me if not fitting in is a sin
I have high hopes for generations to come
Hopes that differs even every persons' thumb
I never want our generation of hope to be swindled
For if it was our hope would surely become dwindled
This door leads to a path
a path once you go down it could have a dreadful wrath
I wish to sit and cry
Cause to choose to stay or leave would make me die
This outside world holds a mystery
One for me that needs a key
I hold the key of my own life
This door, my future could be a strife
I stand in the door frame
The sunlight beams and my heart becomes aflame
This path beyond the door holds a new perspective
I have found in life a new objective
I look at the sun and the sky
And I know it is time to tell my old home good-bye
I take in the last look of home
Then I put one foot out the door and onto this new path that i shall roam
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