My idea seems like a waste of time when I tell them,
I didn't know they were the problem.
Stripped me off my time on useless discussions,
My dreams faded ws my sad repercussion.
The familiarity that this idleness brings
Is caused by the Times I spent in rebuilding old flings
My future is my own I reminisced,
I'm only a few moments shy of of my very end.
My dreams are potential enough to make me glow,
That's why they curse my dreams because they don't know.
