Dreams
We start out in our lives
young, unlearned, naïve.
As we learn, make friends, and grow,
In dreams we must believe.
We mold them for ourselves,
we see a future bright.
We follow life’s long path,
working with all our might.
And then one day we realize
our future is not the key.
It’s for the future of others
our dreams were meant to be.
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