You dream your future;
I see your disasters.
You picture the perfect life;
I delineate the one you will live.
You create a map to happiness;
I change the directions.
You wish for glory;
I hand you folly.
You aspire for greatness;
I pity your failure.
This is the inevitability of life, your life.
The ending of your fairy tales.
You get to walk into this reality unprepared.
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