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I always dream of becoming a man
Travel the world of enchanted land
Between water and cascading sand
I’ll take a voyage only few had done
Though life isn’t always as it seems
Left you wondering where to begin
The heartache only truth can bring
And the desolation of broken wing
This is my tale of inherited crucible
Of gentle soul ruined and humbled
The route to sin I gravely stumbled
My ransom a figment unattainable
A man for himself, his only alliance
His crass nature of sordid defiance
Still he ached for vanishing chance
If only his heart refuted reluctance
All throes and perils I’ve sustained
Longing for warmth denied by rain
Snared in a realm of bleak domain
A sullen burial of mournful disdain
To gained edge among adversaries
Comes a time I’ve tricked enemies
Their delusions all distant memory
Am I vicious or a deluded visionary
If they think my motives are unjust
The code I’m thriving can’t be trust
My honor stained of corrosive rust
As if fortune prorated its final clash
It’s a man’s defense to point finger
Guard his weakness with ill temper
In his solitude, a hopeless dreamer
Dancing in a world full of strangers
Do we have authority over our fate
Thru mortal race, a minute too late
All misfortunes we forced to negate
Our sketch a web of lies we dictate
Travel the world of enchanted land
Between water and cascading sand
I’ll take a voyage only few had done
Though life isn’t always as it seems
Left you wondering where to begin
The heartache only truth can bring
And the desolation of broken wing
This is my tale of inherited crucible
Of gentle soul ruined and humbled
The route to sin I gravely stumbled
My ransom a figment unattainable
A man for himself, his only alliance
His crass nature of sordid defiance
Still he ached for vanishing chance
If only his heart refuted reluctance
All throes and perils I’ve sustained
Longing for warmth denied by rain
Snared in a realm of bleak domain
A sullen burial of mournful disdain
To gained edge among adversaries
Comes a time I’ve tricked enemies
Their delusions all distant memory
Am I vicious or a deluded visionary
If they think my motives are unjust
The code I’m thriving can’t be trust
My honor stained of corrosive rust
As if fortune prorated its final clash
It’s a man’s defense to point finger
Guard his weakness with ill temper
In his solitude, a hopeless dreamer
Dancing in a world full of strangers
Do we have authority over our fate
Thru mortal race, a minute too late
All misfortunes we forced to negate
Our sketch a web of lies we dictate
Published 17th Dec 2018
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