Its like all those days.
Its like all those times.
When I thought of the ways
To create some rhymes.
Thinking of the things
That had never been there.
Bringing down the hopes
That had reached high, somewhere.
Desire for a magic wand
Is getting out of hand.
It is too good to be true
To ever reach that land.
With will so strong,
That optimize my soul.
I am a dreamer, indeed,
I am dreaming my goal.
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