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Vagabond To My Lost Dreams

I set my feet off the course Where my hands are tired And apathy is a curse I long to forgive myself In things I haven't tried to pursue yet Hanged a **garland** as a lonely wreath For a child's dream is with breadth and depth But the duality of man and evil facet I am now a mess of a crumpled **gazette** I find it a havoc and sometimes **grotesque** That my heart is aching for a lifelong protest Never answered. Never heard. Mind is off the focus, hindsight is blurred I reside my aspiration May this being be cured. For I had to leave out the premonition Trade my hobby with their expectation Handle the flasks, create a breakthrough Is now a dead ambition. (Can you guess what the persona dreams to be? I'll give an upvote to the first person to guess it right)

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