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I woke up,

in the mirror I had my closeup.

There was a hole in my throat,

fastly I slipped into my coat.

I went to the hospital,

I was worried I recall.

I gave the fault to Abra,

who was able to the macabre.

How far would you go?

To reach your dreams.

How much of yourself would you forgo?

Split yourself at the seams.

And the family you would forget

Your face they won't recognize

Even yourself, you couldn't see with your own two eyes

Success begets success

At what cost would it take?

You have the work ethic

But love you forsake.

To attain a dream,

sometimes bridges must be burned

let go of everything

to show in life what can be earned.

How many hearts must you break?

To feel so bittersweet.

How much love would you forsake?

To make yourself feel complete.

Perfectionist in mind, worker at heart

Life is always moving

So some place you must start

Resistance will occur

Your loved ones you will defer

Because of a dream of life you prefer

All the poems that you write

All the sleepless nights

The guitar you learn to play

Hours spent each and every day

Yourself might slip away

But this dream you must achieve.

When one becomes so engrossed

In something they desire

To get the most,

You must add kindling to the fire.

All those that dreamt

Put forth work towards those dreams

Even if that meant,

Losing everything.

They knew at one point

If you put your all in, it'd pan out

And even if it didn't, you lived a life without doubt

Whether done out of spite, or because it felt right, or to prove to oneself

Even going as far as putting aside your own mental health.

Those dreams you feel the urge to pursue

So that one day you may feel at home with Big Blue.

No matter the pain or love you've undone

It's all part of this road that you run

If you truly want it, then you mustn't give up the gun.

Years to come, no matter the difficulty or how you feel

Wouldn't you give everything?

To make your dreams become real.

The dream, an early morning awakening.

Past and present merge.

I’m in an unfamiliar place,

Staring at a concrete intersection,

Searching for known landmarks,

Trying to establish which way to go.

Each road leads to confusion.

Isolation.

Echoes of childhood have vanished for ever,

The familiar buildings replaced by office blocks,

And I stand alone by the crossroads, lost and without purpose.

I can imagine the life of a wanderer

Traveling the world with no care

I dream about this lifestyle

But meeting someone like me is rare

I can imagine us fixing up a camper

That we can take cross the land

I dream of the beautiful sunsets

But it seems no one else understands

I can imagine giving everything up

All my material things

I really don’t need anything

I’ll even pass on the ring

I just want adventure

I just want to roam

And I want to find a partner

So I don’t have to do it alone

When I was young,

I was so carefree,

At least that’s how

It seems to me,

Ain’t it sad

How things turn out to be?

Full of hope,

Full of passionate dreams,

A thrilling new world

Lay right before me,

Ain’t it sad

How things turn out to be?

Glass half full,

Then it’s half empty,

My mood can change

So very unpredictably,

Ain’t it sad

 How things turn out to be?

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Dreams are wishfull thinking

That everyone needs

That stops us all from sinking

At least so i believe

They take us away from all this shit

No one can deny

But never let your heart commit

To maybe you can fly

Reality comes keen each day

As we open up our eyes

All the cobwebs fall away

relinquishing the prize.

Dreams and shadows. Fragments chase each other as reality and fiction blur and time loses meaning.

Yesterday becomes confused with the more distant past, and the dead live and eat and talk.

Faces alter, although voices remain true. In a dream, two people can become one.

Dreams. A hidden furnace. Or a peaceful respite.

Important dreams. Less important ones.

Each night, everyone dreams, but only some people remember the dreams.

Everyone needs a guiding star,

At one point or another in their lives...

The first time I laid my eyes on you,

I knew that there was this -

Profound connection...

Between you life and mine.

I could be your star

And you could be mine.

Together we'll discover what's more

In this vast, dark universe.

I've laid my eyes on you,

And everything is bright and beautiful.