Dreams

From beginning to end

We work and we dream.

There are those who condescend

But let it not affect what we mean

 

We are human.

Our actions driven by motivation,

With everything on the line--

For something as great as the nation.

 

By this we escape the grasp of reality,

Pushing ourselves to the limit.

Going beyond what the eye can see,

We dream our dreams until the final minute.

 

When nothing else matters,

The dreams we have keep us in a direction

When it seems life is shattered,

Our dreams reaveal our affection.

 

So what is the point of life?

To live out your dream.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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