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The world is at my fingertips,

I can squeeze it in my grasps,

yesterday I was just a kid,

and tomorrow I'll be a man.

I control my own destiny,

so where do I go?

the little boy who played with trucks and dirt

has started to grow old

where is this world taking me,

or where am I taking this world?

will I conform to society

and be a lifeless drone,

or will I stand out in society

and let my name be known?

 

 

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