Miles of avenues, buildings of blocks
Window reflections of mirrors
Compass morality, blueprints of thought
Who'll be the one to delight you?
The positive one to invite you?
Incite to be riotous in spite of it all
Is there room at your table to move?
There's architecture in the way you care
With the form of a dream
But reality's ghost still there
Touched by personal Chernobyl's
Just like any piece of clay
Finding more than you had planned on
Slowly shaped along the way
Towers of gravity, ladders of hope
Spires of grandeur design
Armchair psychology, end of the rope
Rapidly learning to climb
As the new elevations remind
Who'll be the one to release you?
The fortunate one to increase you?
Share the surprises and ring in the rises
And drink to the probable you
There's architecture in the way you breathe
With the seed of a birth
But reality won't conceive
All the personal Titanics
Just like any ship at bay
Testing litmus every Christmas
Slowly shaped along the way
Slowly shaped along the way, hey
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