I thought I yearned for a new beginning,
and experience things with new eyes.
Life becoming stale, and I wasn't winning,
a desperate plea was beginning to arise.
I found myself in a state of benightment,
only comfort in the bare necessities.
How I missed that first rush of excitement,
and so decided I'll make some new memories.
But my new firsts began turning bittersweet,
why do I not enjoy things the same?
I see others' lives complete,
was it my prep that was to blame?
And with every passing, and time going by,
there's something I'm starting to realize.
It's my ignorance that's beginning to die.
and experience things with new eyes.
Life becoming stale, and I wasn't winning,
a desperate plea was beginning to arise.
I found myself in a state of benightment,
only comfort in the bare necessities.
How I missed that first rush of excitement,
and so decided I'll make some new memories.
But my new firsts began turning bittersweet,
why do I not enjoy things the same?
I see others' lives complete,
was it my prep that was to blame?
And with every passing, and time going by,
there's something I'm starting to realize.
It's my ignorance that's beginning to die.
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