When I tried living my dream, I had no dream to follow.
Either broken or out of reach, disturbed and lost.
Viewed past, smiled on myself, felt it could have been better,
Sat for few minutes, smiled again as I didn’t want to loose again.
Started dreaming again, only to believe, a day it could be true.
Great class! My two cents: could have made the last two lines more cryptic for asthetic beauty. Keep writing!
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