Could be too illuminating
but I'll be concise
friends, teachers and evil creatures
ask me to think otherwise
but their thoughts won't deaden me.
Out of this prison I'm going to flee
don't think its too good to be docile
for your words won't break my smile
and you may try to keep me away
from my fantasy world
but I think in luck I'm curled
because I will happily daydream.
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