A dream...
I have a dream...
To sing,
To dance,
Whenever there is a chance.
I am walking into an empty road,
Carrying on my back with heavy loads.
The struggle I face,
Comes into a complicated race.
When my knees starts to fall,
I suppress myself and give my all.
The feelings of fear,
Is equivalent into millions of tears.
I keep on dreaming,
While I keep on waiting.
I keep on striving,
And never stops on believing.
I have failed many times,
But keep telling myself it's fine.
There were people talks at my back,
Helding my head and just laugh.
Piles of walls I am facing now,
Don't want to give as one of my vows.
For this is me...
The real me...
Fighting for dreams is what on me.
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PoetryPoems. Poetry. Here I exist, too. There is not much of a wonder in these works, but then again, I offer you the thoughts of a human who gets sad, happy, mad, crazy, broken, ignored, pretentious, and most especially who falls in love and falls out of...
