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Hands out I ain't reaching So scared of leaving Ain't looking for a reason Seems it found me so long ago The esteem of self ain't a confident Just a fear of reality Take a glimpse you shall see It is not all sun and fun My life 44 years gone now Lost still like a little boy What's the problem with isolation Missed opportunities Where's the color Amongst the grays Shaded black Time keeps slippin Love is good Love is great But unaccepted In this mess of reality The simplicity of imagination Buried goals Nothing to show ain't willing to look The true reality of things is I can't cope till now.