Too far from the stars,
Lost dreams of ever touching mars.
Too close to the burning sun,
Lost dreams of things I've never done.
Reality of matters now sets in,
Fear of underachieving is felt within.
Memories of a young child lost to time,
Memories of mountains I never did climb.
Lost hopes now lost in a vast universe,
A life now put in reverse.
Time has become the enemy,
A man now struggles to find his identity.
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