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Dreams


In the dark I smiled, making my distance look mild, When I look back at the crossed hills, My spirit rises up and levels up my will, My goal is here and my dreams are going to complete, But my satisfaction and insecurities are still incomplete! Oh my dear friend, where are you making me stand? On the road where there are no stop stands! Will my journey will ever be over? Because the motivation in my spirit is getting lower, Did I know I can make it? Or is it just a closed eyes dream that everyone fakes it! Is it the wind of success that is soothing my soul? Or the believe that is raising the elements of my soul making me a retard… I never thought my dreams would come down, Challenging me and taking me down! I take a deep breath letting everything sink, but my negligence is making me think! Did I dream to see this phase? Or am I making my life a haste! Is it me who is dragging myself down? Or the people who is bragging my dream? Do I live to dream? Or dream to live? Is dreaming a crime? Then why is it making me whine? Are all my dreams going in drain? Or am I the one who is not using my brain? Can I become someone's hope? Because right now my life needs to cope... Am I the one who don't deserve? Or is it that my dreams are getting reserved? Can I climb the final hill? Because a voice inside me says “ you are the one who is in charge of your will!”
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