Sight Vs. Mind
There are seven wonders,
And a thousand beautiful things.
Lines to stand in,
And people to bring.
The pressure is growing as time slips away,
Why aren't I growing
In this well-traveled lane?
People have seen what I've seen,
They've done what I've done,
But the things that I feel
Are true to me alone.
There are two hundred countries,
And so many people to meet.
Roads to tavel on,
And affirmation to recieve.
The pressure is growing as time slips away,
Why aren't I growing
In this well-traveled lane?
People have seen what I've seen,
They've done what I've done,
But the things that I feel
Are true to me alone.
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