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"Stargazing"

So I figured it out:
The days of dreaming and believing...
They were all just in preparation,
An iteration of illumination,
Existence through realization.

I told myself I could never be,
Dwelling on the pain and feeding the rage.
Nothing more than this animal,
"You put me in a cage."

Now I'm not afraid,
Not going to look back
And be a slave...
To all the fear, darkness, ill-ease.

And the dream...
Plastik-explosive
Neon-indusive
I have what I want,
I make my own.

What made me reflect,
A product of such neglect?
What would they want to do to me?
To make me out to be?

I am nothing more than what I want,
And I uphold my future on my own shoulders.
I take my fears, woes, doubts and condense them into boulders.
All I need now is the canon.

And this dream....
Plastik-explosive,
Neon-indusive.
I have what I want, 
I make my own.

The night sky entrances,
Enchanting me with its hopes.
I could not give more
Than what I can create,
In this world I write my freedom-
In this cell I spoon my way out
With conception, formation, 
A genesis of shackle-less life!

And the dream....
Plastik-explosive,
Neon-indusive.
I have what I want, 
I make my own.

And this dream....
Plastik-explosive,
Neon-indusive.
I have what I want, 
I make my own.

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