Fantasy and reality have failed to meet,
Up at the crossroads where the lamp of destiny is lit.
Boundless dreams have shrivelled in size,
Despite the opportunities I endlessly seize.
What then am I to do,
When I have become too weak to reach the peak?
I believe,
In a mind so littered with doubt,
That the lamp ahead is my trophy to bear.
And though now I transit a world bare,
I will wait,
Turn away my stare,
From the lamp I pretend to not care!
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