Young Yaureal

Simple tale of encouragement...Set to an old school, hip-hop-ish rhythm

Busy cartwheeling right down the block,

young Yaureal went up to a door and knocked.

Knock, knock, knockity, knockity, knock,

'ol copter looked through his door to see.

He saw a young girl who was oh so scared,

didn't know anybody, anyone who cared.

Opened up the door the girl said, "who are you?",

he said, "I'm real just as you're real, too."

She walked right through his door and saw all of humanity,

all the things she'd dreamed of, what she was tryin' to be.

Yaureal looked up at 'ol copter, so sad,

she saw he nothing at all like what she had.

She asked, "What are you?  Why do you look so vicious?",

he said, "I'm youth.  Don't waste it on the young, Yaureal.  I'm ficticous."

The End

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