Riding on the wind of change,
I dreamed often enough,
Of this world before me,
And a place where people smile,
When they see me,
And where they know my name,
And know myself,
For who I really am,
Because hiding too long in the shadows,
The light can often glare,
And the sounds can often drown,
The love is often a snare,
I get tired of playing the fool,
Of silly days spent,
Trying to always follow the rules,
Now I am free,
Reality is my teacher,
Life is my school.
~Rei Shiori
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