My dream will come true
I have a dream.
A dream to be somebody known
Who can influence and make things better in the world,
A dream that I know what's inside of me will carry me to it.
But sometimes I loose faith.
I loose faith because of my location.
A location which is considered small yet growing,
But most of the old ways and history's past is present.
There are few places where I feel like my dream can thrive and flourish into what I know it can become.
I loose faith because of the people around me.
They are somewhat close minded
As if they have only allowed their mind to call the world their hometown.
No open minds; just shut off ones.
They don't see what I see when I look at a dream.
They see "Is it local?" and "Do I know a lot of people doing it that I recognize?"
I see "Where is my spirit pushing me to?" and "What is my passion?"
That's all I need.
But I won't give up. I cant.
I'll keep pushing, keep striving, keep believing, keep being inspired, keep wanting more, keep working harder, keep dreaming, and most of all
I won't give up.
Because this is who I am and this is my foundation.
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