Dreaming of ME
Laying on my bed
Hoping for hope but I’m hopeless
Thinking about how time flies
I was not the me I dreamt of
I keep dreaming big
Not Knowing what life has to offer
Time flies time flies
A year back I was not who I am
And in the coming years I won’t be who I am
This life Is vanity
That’s why I want to become who I want to be
Not who you want me to be
I still am not the me I dreamt of
But I will be the me I am dreaming of.
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