Realistic
Realistic, that's what you tell me
Child! Be realistic you say to me
Pick a realistic job, have a realistic dream
Perhaps I don't want just some realistic job!
To ask me to pick a realistic job
Removes my one passion in life
You take the very thing I exist for
The very thing I breathe for
The one thing in my life that I wake up for!
To act well my part
Knowing there all the honour lies.
To be on that stage making someone else happy
To make the world laugh and cry.
I die thinking of a world where I can't do that
So the next time you want me to be realistic
Think of what you are stealing from me
Think of what dreams your killing
Think of my life shattering.
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