The hidden dreamer
I’m actually afraid to talk about my dreams now or maybe I’m just secretive, a little protective, I don’t want no one to know what I really been working on, up to lately cause I’m not really sure either but something is telling me its great, the unknown has me excited, my future I envision, so many things at times I can’t concentrate my mind, reading books, researching, goal making, notebooks filled with thoughts, of places I hope to travel to and create successes, to some I know I’m looked at as crazy cause I choose hours to myself for planning and creating instead of enjoying life, I’m sorry, I just know there’s something inside of me that’s not supposed to settle..
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