western dream

I'm not sure whether I am going or coming, whether I have left or I am still here
I was never certain like most with their college degrees mounted high on their walls and their caps and gowns tucked away in the back of their closets
I have lost sleep, but none because of caffeine dependency
I find myself yearning to stand still
Although I am tormented by my inner desire to retain facts so I can boast and say I have learned many things
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To achieve awards that prove I havent just occupied space
But even those who are are still not aware
That no one sees the world like you do.

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