| Current mood: |  contemplative |
| Current music: | Kashmir |
Man and boy
There was a man,
and there was a boy
There was a man
Too unsure and too restrained
Happy to tread along the safe path
A lot of success he did gain
And a few dreams torn apart
But sometimes, when he would gaze in the skies
He would see the boy. With that gleam in his eyes
There was a boy
With a spirit so free
Like a bird in the sky
The way it should be
He had a closer look at the boy
A sigh escaped
The man was growing old
waiting for the boy to
grow up and take control
The man was growing old
waiting to be boy again
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