I sort of like to see myself,
As a perfect block of clay.
I can be molded here and there.
And be used an other day.
I can sometimes see myself as a shining yellow star,
And I smile on you no matter,
No matter where you are.
I see myself as a Signpost,
To my own way of life.
I point towards the love,
And I point towards the strife.
I refuse to take directions,
For a very simple reason.
How can I trust a sign?
That changes with the season?
I refuse to follow idly
along the road my elders paved.
For its adventure and triumph,
That I truly crave.
I'm aiming for the best.
An no one could ever keep me,
From my ever going quest.
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