Favorite Dream
I am afraid of clowns
I am afraid of snakes
I am afraid that my wings and things will become poisoned
I am afraid that my limits aren’t the sky
I am even afraid of the dark
I am afraid of success
I am afraid of speaking up
I am afraid that my toes won’t grow
I am afraid that my arm will break
I am even afraid of dragonflies
I want to see the unknown
I want to grow but just a centimeter
I want to go on a shopping spree
I even want to help those in trees
I want to change your view
I want to help those overseas
I want to scream
I want to succeed
And I want to be there
Most of all I want to be free
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