One day Closer

  Every morning I open my eyes,

I raise my head towards the skies,

I thank God for another day,

My soul, yet, he did not take.

  I smile at the thought of my future,

The lenses I look at life through are the color fushia,

I have one friend who has not yet shown themself a poser,

To him, I always talk about how I am one day closer.

  One day closer to my wildest dream,

If only this world wasn't so mean,

We would all be able to chase our dreams as a team.

This poem is about: 
Me

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