When We Dreamt
Once we were young and we dreamt.
We dreamt of the endless possibilities we could achieve,
Our childhood ambitions.
We layed "principles" we weren't supposed to break,
Our own ways of separating ourselves from the world we felt was imperfect.
"When I'm an adult I'd be better."
"I can't wait to grow up."
Few years after and we find ourselves dancing to the tune of life,
Becoming the villains we so despised.
We got introduced to strange feelings,
Love, lust, desire...
We finally understood selfishness.
And the reason people did the things they did.
We became imperfect.
Life is a cycle.
A crazy one.
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