I don’t know what she wants
Except this vague impression
She seeks to be someone important,
This fulfillment of promise
We all believe we have
When young and in love
As we confront life and fine
Ourselves denied,
To have our time on this stage
To be remembered when we
Make our exist,
To leave our mark
On this massive tree
We call life,
Even if it is a small mark
She needs fame less
Than she needs to have
Done something worthy of note,
And lives her entire life
Struggling to accomplish it,
How to make sure she
is more than just another
cog in this wheel of karma
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