Are our dreams laden in gold?
Do we dream together through this life we hold?
The many trials we face
Bear faith to painfully erase our pasts
As memorandums set on clocks
And whether or not some shamelessly post them on mirrors
Or work in tandem to make these pains clearer
But ode’ and taken by your many wonders
There lives a glimpse of hope
In knowing that no matter which mast we build
We’re all on the same boat
And as we grow, by our own convictions,
And by purest truth, swift ambition
Shall we stay afloat
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