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Lost


I used to think that you can become anything you dream

Imagination is your ceiling, and logic is foundation

But if you’ve never had the green you got nowhere to go

So what does it really mean?

Should I even try?

 If I’m not moving forward then nothing’s getting done

I learned if you don’t know yourself you’re just living a lie

Act with reason, choose with caution

If you don’t watch your step, you’ll end at area 51 and you’re the Martian.

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