My Dream
In darkness I sing out loud
All sleeping but quick to pout.
Sour to my joyous song.
Rebellious me so I shout.
It's the stage ambiance I long
The blinding stage lights hung.
Submerge myself in a sea of fans.
A musical bond, sweet and strong.
Travel the world like great bands
Weaving my legacy in music strands.
So crystalline is the lifestyle I scout.
Blessed be the day the opportunity lands.
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