Imagine to Create


When all said and done
When it's do or die
Some lose their wings
Others learn to fly

Imagine to create
Leaving none to fate
I've lived so few to watch so many
Never improve their shape

We grow up
Grow old
Become distant
Grow cold

It's all about me
Rather them
So very broken
Sad within

If only now you could see
Within you
Within me
Neverending ability

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