Looking back on where I started from
How long those days turned out to be
Full of dreams and wild imaginings
And the changing face of me
In the playground of my mindset
With my imaginary friends
Using lessons, writing made-up stuff
Where my reality extends
Too much to take for granted
Needing more than explanations
Seeking substance in machinery
As nothing more than imitations
Unlearning all that fearful stuff
Curbing free will during prayer
Trapped in childish superstitions
Where thought is all I had to share
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