I Was I...
I used to smile at the stars.
I played in the twilight and slept til dawn.
The years went by with growing anticipation.
I expected more...
I guess I had wished for more.
I dreamed of endless days,
and I wished for eternity.
I was myself.
And now I am just a me.
A propoganda baby of the 21st Century.
I have pointless dreams and
wishes that give me only a brief moment of originality.
I am not what you call special...
I fall into formation like a foot soldier,
but oh, I do dream!
To be a me.
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