Reshape
I'm starting to feel like an rusty machine.
Every day, it's the same routine.
I follow the path that others chose for me, and
they don't seem to understand.
It's not about them, it's about me.
I seem to be condemned to this path, I must escape.
They say to "follow your dreams",
but it's as if my dreams have become strangers.
I was born to be a leader, not a follower.
It's myself that I must reshape, and take the road less traveled.
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