I've lost touch with my inner child &
Grown upwards, parted
From the careful analysis of youth.
I've walked a long path, both on my own accord &
With full effect of the trailblazers before me.
I am not lost, although sometimes it feels like it.
Admittedly, I don't know the way ahead.
What I do know is that --
Everything happens for a reason &
What is meant for me will make itself known &
The heart wants what the heart wants &
I'll maintain any other hopeful cliche.
I'm not naive; I know magic isn't real.
But being doubtful that it could be real
Only leads to the corruption of
Innocence.
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