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Flight


You know, you might look at me and think that I've got it all together, this much is true.

But if you dig a little deeper, the truth will come through.

You see, I'm just a young man with a hope and dream, a little talent, too.

But I'm confused when it comes to figuring out what it is that I want to do.

The whole world is mine, I can do what I please,

but I'd like to make sure that I'm happy, indeed.

Should I design clothes, should I illustrate books?

I don't know, let me take another look.

This sounds fun, this could be cool.

Is this really what I was meant to do.

I've researched and researched a countless of nights.

Now that I've finally figured it out, my wings can take flight.

You see, I'm going to see the world. There's lots to see.

I'm going to become who I'm destined to be.

 

 

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