We are never ready for anything

never prepared, nor aware

We dive in the ocean of nothingness 

But still dream of greatness. 
It’s not our fault, it’s the stars

Which shine too bright in the night skies

making us dream and hope

Forgetting about things we need to cope

Prepared to find the Great Manifesto

but ending in a complete fiasco.
“Be more positive!”, I hear

But that’s the only thing I fear

Being someone I’m not

And pretend just for the sake of the crowd.
So here we are, face to face

Reflection unleashed for the big race

Who am I, seems a mystery today 

Am not prepared, but ready to play.

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