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The grass seems brighter on this side,
But who knows what lies beyond my sight.
To accept and stay,
Or move and find a way to a distant place?
Am I as good as I believe,
What can I really achieve?
Where does my heart want to lead?
Why is their a need to "succeed"?
Are dreams meant to be left,
And never in reality dwelt?
If only I was sagacious,
I would be more gracious,
Till then I try to be adventurous,
But do not know if I am tenacious or audacious.
The grass seems brighter on this side,
But who knows what lies beyond my sight?
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