I thought I knew what I wanted,
only to find out what I wanted wasn't what was best for me.
I jumped in feet first only to scrape the bottom,
and that scares me more than anything...
to have no space to grow.
It makes me want to run to somewhere far from here.
A fantasyland.
A place where I can sink my feet into the ocean
and find a person different than the one I now see in the mirror.
A place just beyond that empty space at the end of each fingertip,
close enough to reach out and touch
in case fantasy doesn't live up to reality.
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