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
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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