Guided by voices

Wondering boy poet

Guided by voices
Dream on child of change
Throw your javelin through the sun
Pierce the heart of everyone
Though we push to slave the days

This is not reality, this is just formality
The cup is only being filled
For a chance to have it spilled
Flowing--just like the days
Sailing--just like the days...

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