When Do I Realize
Light has clear picture
the dark has strange mixture
I see the bigger picture
Something to figure
moments I'm a singer
days feeling like a pro beginner
Fresh air won't let me stop
waiting for the moon drop
A riddle from the first cloud
Gives me a any genre I stay out loud
it's cool
Stay in side like stay in school
Powerful enough I have my own rules
who to share who will care
Someday something will happen rare
Still it's the game
Truth or dare
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