The Dream
The dream is always changing,
yet it stays the same.
To be a prima ballerina,
to be a surgeon,
a singer,
a broadway star.
To be a proffessional hurdler.
To be an astronuat.
A career in public health,
To join Doctors without Borders,
To spend a time in music therapy,
To be a criminal profiler,
Or study international relations.
As we change our dreams change.
I don't know exactly what I'll be,
but I know who I want to be.
To be Happy.
To be Balanced.
To be at Peace.
But to make the world feel those three:
that would be my dream.
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