The Dream
What am I doing and why am I here
Times like this I wonder why I wake
Sleepless I wonder how I fell so far
You bet I dream
That I'm who I want to be
I am no longer a fool and fearless
Life is no more a dream to me
I breath the day in, and I am free
It hurts me to see
How little you know of dignity
Treating me so, pushing me away
The odd fellow
Tuesday, February 5, 2008
The Dream
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Keep in mind some of the poems written on here are not by me, and some are older than you are.
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