Feet snug in the mud.
Hoping I don't get stuck.
Now my shoes are dirty,
and I'm feeling out of luck.
Tried wishing for better days.
Picked out a shooting star.
Feels like they never hear me,
maybe they're just too far.
Ones across the clock,
show up twice in a while.
The twos show up too quickly,
like one's going out of style.
Now I'm stuck with my girly dreams;
They keep me wishing on fate,
But my somber slumber sobers me:
Life just doesn't wait.
I untie my dirty, heave shoes
and with bare feet walk on.
Controlling my own path and
making my brighter dawn.
No more time for shooting stars.
No more time for silly dreams.
If you want a better reality,
trust in you, as crazy as it seems.
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