Dreams
Lured by the taste of risk
I was tempted to make a list
Of things that would endanger me
Just to make me see
The point of life
The point of breathing
That there is no need for strife
No need for pointing
As time went by
Things changed fast
Where old times lie
New memories are cast
As I seek what I love
And watch my friends receive
I begin to believe
That not everyone is a thief
You showed me the way
I don't know how to thank you
I don't know what to say
I hope I'm not just a tool
I may be used by others
I might be a doormat
But I'm not blind to the colors
Not everything is flat
Selena
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