I'll go my way by myself,
And find the long forgotten;
There's no way ever to tell,
What really lies here rotten.
Each heart is full of content,
Both of which's good and bad;
We need some refinement,
From what we really had.
Each dream is there to try,
For all it is just what is is;
And nothing comes of nothing,
If it's only a mere wish.
So we got to understand why,
Before we go exploring;
Otherwise we won't find,
What the hidden laid storing.
I'll go my way by myself,
Though later you can follow;
Everything comers from that,
It was a dream a while ago.
Something to inspire me,
Give what I need it to do;
Bringing out a new ability,
That was before bestrew.
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