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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