We're gonna be blind
If we keep those curtains high up
We can never see whats ahead of us
If we stay in our beds and not get up
Those curtains will keep us away
From what we're supposed to see
But how can we even know when its in front of us
Life is real, not a fantasy nor a movie
I say tear those curtains down
Cast them away to the forgotten
Live a life of your own story
Heave those hands away from your pen
No one knows what those curtains are
Not even me who is writing this down
Not even great minds from afar
Not even travellers from town to town
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