More precious than gold, teenage years of sway,
And now as a man of means,
I hold on to my youthful dreams.
Yet the road is long and rough,
And the journey can be tough.
With bumps and holes along the way,
And debts that I must pay.
Still, I choose to keep the faith,
And to dream without restraint.
For only in our dreams, we find,
The power to inspire our mind.
So let me be a dreamer,
And let my dreams take flight.
For in my heart, I know,
That dreams can make things right.
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