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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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