When I was younger
I could see so clear
my dreams of exploring
everything I dared...
How I grew to heights
I can not compare
seem so distant
as I lookout and stare
My sight has weakened
as the years fly by
no longer envisioning
escapades collide...
Denied of my dreams
As they subside
No longer searching
for possibilities in line.
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