A Way Out
Am I good enough?
That's what I ask myself every day,
when times get tough
or I lose my way.
I might dream of flying,
but I'm stuck on the ground.
I want to make it big
but I feel trapped in this no-name town.
There has to be a way out,
a way to escape.
I need to find this route,
or else I'll go insane.
There it is!
I can see it in the distance!
And no matter what anyone says,
I'm gone.
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