Dreams
Dreams too far, too far to reach
Floating in mid air
Not contain, not planned
Scattered they are
Far too bland
Details are needed
Goals are prefered
A way to go or a destination
Can one grab?
What is not to be held
Can one experience?
What is not imagined
Indeed, all in theirs minds
full of exploration
like a kid with an infinite supply of imagination
which slowly fades as they age
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