Dreams are my Own
Like a book without an ending
Or a priest without a prayer
I walk into my unclear future
Speculating what’s waiting there
I daydream of a perfect potential
Perhaps my head is in the clouds
But dreams can’t be taken away
Nor covered with heavy shrouds
They belong to me and me alone
I pay no huge price for them
They are always mine to call on
Never do they desert or condemn
Dreams get me through the bad days
Make the good ones even better
Like a soft down pillow
Or a comfy old sweater
Imagination can be one’s best friend
For it shall never leave you without hope
Even on your darkest day
When you feel at the end of your rope
My dreams are my own
You can not take them away
They’ll be here for me tomorrow
Just as they are today
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