A boy with will to win
Desire to connect
Driven to Adventure
Down the track got injured
Clock was ticking
Stepping up was hard at the beginning
Not yet capable of doing
The dreaming
Sun came up
Caught sight of self-reflection
same way
same direction
Companion, something to hold on
the thing had a promise in it
By her side,
he closed his eyes
Always forward and on
Long lost
Into the island of love
-: Festive
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