Ride a life the way it takes, just flee,
Smooth, rough, easy, troubled it may see,
Be the guide, traveler and the wanderer,
Don't search for the destination or for the wonder.
Live a childhood that remind you was splendid, so do the teenage,
Never glance at the milestone, nor stop to find the mileage,
Dream so deep, the world you wanted to explore you must see,
It might seem crazy, but it is what will let your mind free.
But you didn't know they kept an eye on you, it's too late to scream,
They drew a fine line that separated their world and your dream,
They applaud for your success, scold for failure,
So thin a line that seems to break apart your life's allure.
They guide you their way,
Make you travel and wander whole day,
You won't see the years of your senility, but it's not your choice,
By then you will have lived by the expectation of a wrong voice.
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