An old one - Untitled

Here's a gem from the vaults. Never ended up naming it, but here it is in its original form

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We’re born into this world, screaming naked and cold,
Told what to do and given what to take till we’re old.
This is the way it’s been forever, from dawn till dusk
They tell us how to smile and laugh and how metal turns to rust

Until one day, we wake up, and witness all for all
No more taking what we’re told, no more shadows of the tall.
Make up for time once lost; create a world for you,
Folks may never see it, but you’ll wear it through and through

Through a window I can see it, though never feels like mine
I’m still told where to go, but now it’s a homemade sign.
There’s magic in there, I’m told, and I can see a bit
But what’s the point of having some, if I’m never going to feel it