APOLIS (it starts here)

I am a sensitive young man
I strain to break free from a suffocating life in Apolis
I think I'll move to somewhere faraway
I think I'll move out of state
I think I'll move to Nirke Air
Nirke Air sounds nice
The present is empty
I move out

Dreams upon dreams
Harder telling one from another
I'm here in Nirke Air to pursue my dream
I'm here to see my dream come true
I'm a slave to my dream; My idealistic dream
I walk at a pace unknown
I'm in between living by the books
And living by the rules
I try to live right

I'm caught up in life in Nirke Air
It seems tragic to be here
The pursuit of this dream seems so ludicrous
I'm thrown back
I'm crumbling
Watch me
I pull away

Apolis has come to realization
Apolis, plethora of iridescence
Apolis, where dreams are borne
Apolis where dreams are hone
Apolis where dreams are reality
The root calls for me
We all yearn for the same thing
Apolis yearns for what I yearn
I have come to realization
I am Apolis


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