Sometimes life reveals.
In bursts and then in streams.
As I stood there all alone.
I realised I lost my dreams.
I was shifted to the back,
Whether immediately or over time.
The focus is on others,
And the choices never mine.
I built this leaning tower,
Or at least I held the tools,
I am a prisoner to my choices,
I am the queen of fools.
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