Walking down the alley,
He's up with anxiety.
He's a hopeless teenager,
With a lot of hopes and worries.
He's sat recalling his childhood,
Everything used to be easy,
But now He's stuck in this phase,
Building himself carrier and, being all Busy.
He have been suffering through a lot,
Lessons still to be taught.
He's wondering which path to lead,
And which path to not.
He's building in some ways,
Working on himself,
Getting ready to face the game,
To earn his desired fame.
He's now a learnt man,
Turning pain into power.
He's standing up for himself,
Just like the majestic tower.

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