Reality
Possibilities, Hopes, Wishes
All align to make the perfect
Dream job. Suddenly,
Reality
rears its horrible head, and
All thats left is chaos,
confusion, and heart-wrenching
sorrow of the lost dream, time, and effort
Realtiy comes
Crashing down on your sholders
weighing you down, latching
itself onto you, and
mocking, laughing. As you dejectedly
face realtiy. But,
Not all hope is lost,
because there is time,
fleeting,
but its still there,
Giving you another chance to
Dream, to Fight.
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