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By Nell James

Chances will not define where you should go
Work through what you can do to meet your goal

These years using to shape what I could be
Need now doorway to free that rest of me

Blocked path, don't understand, I chose my way
Your wings could raise the things I need to say

Experience, a passing glimpse
Not all it seems
Not what defines this heart of mine
But what I dream, oh, my dream

While sitting trapped in daunting gap
I've come to know
That how you feel, your own ideal
Is how you grow, oh, you grow

People who've chanced to share a glance
Can't be what's real
The paths you take, why your heart aches
Your own ideal, oh, that's real

2006 Nell James