I am not the face I see
Grand desires, soon to be free
Glimpsing the future, for others unseen
The good, the bad and all that’s between
A vessel, a shape, realism within
Cosmic supernova, trapped inside skin
Potential untapped, awaiting a spark
Igniting a passion and leaving my mark
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