This life that he is living is more than just a dream
Can you feel his passion rising it's bursting at the seams
A young man keeps on writing, alone by candle light
You see his shadows dancing, while his words come into sight
His world is but a mirror, a past thats always there
But if he tilts this mirror, then his path might change a hair
It's all about perspective and where he tends to stand
He sees the things that change him but the view is all in sand
This man has so much meaning but no one seems to see
That he cares not for faulty meanings, he's just wanting to be free
So in this darkened room, still shining is his light
He is sitting in his silence, still just writing in the night
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