I am a struggling human,
Yet I'm also a dreamer.
So I won't let my mortality
Bother me forever.
I dream of being the happiest man,
Around this whole wide world,
But even though this dream won't bloom,
At least I smile so often.
I dream of being the greatest writer,
But my words are surely bland.
But it won't stop my words from coming out,
So please just understand.
I dream of being the greatest pianist,
In the music industry,
But through my shaking hands I know,
How hard it is to play the keys.
I dream of becoming so many things,
And I know it's a fairy tale,
But when I dream of becoming a better me,
I know I'll never fail.
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Poetry Of A Count
PoetryThis book is not suitable for audiences with zero percent sense of imagination and a mental age of two and below. I'm not really a great poet, just a guy who knows how to hold the pen and write the twenty six letters of the alphabet. But I like thin...
