We all have many dreams that we want to work toward but yet through time and the lack thereof, we lose sight of them.
So many years have past, were lost
I’ve since grown old and tired
The many dreams that I once had
No longer do inspire
The many nights, such lonely nights
Creep slowly past my eyes
To where instead, while I’m in bed
Seem to float upon my cries
They do in fact, make me react
To scream out for the sun
Where all dreams, become my schemes
Yet remain those all undone
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