Dreamer

There is an oppressor of dreams, but me

I am wild and I am free

I am the bird whose thoughts happen

to be made of stardust and motivation

even though every member of civilization

refuses to believe.

The oppressionist is society, his gavel: Time

He rebukes the thoughts of greater fulfillment that I’m

trying desperately to shove in the worlds face.

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