sheltered life
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In my movie the world seems perfect
No violence, no sadness, no discrepancies to detect
But then as time fades and life grows
The protagonist cowers as the antagonist shows
I dream of having a story to give.
I’ve never experienced a drive-by shooting, military recruiting,
bank looting. I smell car engines polluting, watch students computing,
and listen to Justin Timberlake suiting.
