Wanderlust

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We're trapped in a small city got nowhere to go. 

Where city lights are dim and buildings are just that tall. 

We kept our hopes up high thinking bout' conquering the world.

With young blood running through our veins, we thought anything was possible. 

We dreamt of brick pavements and medieval streets. 

Walking side by side with nothing to worry.

But we're just trapped in a small city.

Too young too be talking about waiting for "we"

We're still scratching our heads wondering,

Whether to choose us, or our dreams.

But it was never up to us to make decisions.

It was never really that easy.

We're just children.

Of people who're introverts to the world. 

Sometimes faith is merely a consolation.

What we need is real actions.

But we're still trapped in a small city.

Talking loud and trying to break free.