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Always in the background, knowing my place A self-imposed choice to save face When I look in the mirror, I don’t see me Just a version I think I’m supposed to be At 52 I see I don’t know my dreams Always practical, responsible it seems The reality is I live in is just that I chose hard and sometimes flat ‘The world is your oyster,’ they say I dream of eating them one day By the sea where I know I belong With my soul singing its dream song
Written on April 19th 2026
