Dreams
I dreamed of being a butterfly, flying high in the sky.
My wings spreading far, and my dreams spreading wide.
I wanted to be myself
Count on memories
Know no bounds
So I dreamed of being a butterfly.
But then my dreams were passed.
Reality intruding
The vision crashing fast.
So now I know I cannot be
That which I sought out
But that doesn't mean I'll stop
Trying to achieve what I cannot.
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