As I Grew Older

June 23, 2016

It was a long time ago.

I have almost forgotten my dream.

But it was there then,

In front of me,

Bright like a sun

My dream.

And then the wall rose,

Rose slowly,

Slowly,

Between me and my dream.

Rose until it touched the sky

The wall.

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