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The boy, his dream and me

I once sat on the windows side

Amazed by the sky so wide

Only to stumble upon familiar reflection

Saw myself as young as a child

 

Stared by his questioning eyes

What have we so far become?

Scared I looked back to the skies

But couldn\'t escape the horizon.

 

Between the clouds and the sea

Excuses ranked from bad to worst

How am I going to trick you and me?

Which one should I start with first?

 

Is this the truth of my misery?

Or the illusion I want to see?

Do I need the help of that child,

For the fool I am and always will be

 

The endless \"ifs\" spiraling down

How different everything could be

This time I will rise, not drown

The boys dream still waiting for me