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Dreams
I don't want to wake up,
I don't want to wake up from this image
I see in my head.
If you were to see the beauty I've seen,
You would be blinded by the imagery,
And blinded forever with fantasy.
I wish dreams could become reality,
If my dreams came true,
I'd be set free from society.
Set free from the
State of mind of slavery,
Free from poverty,
Free from racism,
Free from violence,
Free from my slumber of silence.
For these last words,
I envision a dream,
A place for others like me,
Who see the guiding stars,
Who aren't blinded by luxury
But happy to be heard once again.
