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Their path you see as a perfect road Modeling yourself in their image But would you really want to carry their load? Hard to be upon the pedestal Appearing perfect in every way, Heaven forbid you ever fall off Watching every moment what you say. You see it as freedom but its a mere facade In truth homemade prisons with invisible bars Closing the doors and locking away The truth of the matter... it's really a bazaar Alone in a world afraid to need Never admitting your human faults Can't stray from what is expected Locked away in some emotional vault Don't pattern your dreams relying on others As your mentor, your hero, only friend They don't pattern the journey to guide you along For the true hero's journey is within. It's always easy to think the grass is greener on the other side of the fence. To rely on others to follow and give you guidence. Though no one is perfect and no one can know what is best for you except you. It's a hard road to follow when everyone depends on you to be there for them all the time. No one is perfect or lives in a the perfect world. There's no such thing. Penman |
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