In my dreams
In my little thought,
I seem sleeping on a never realizing future;
On a strewn carpet of waiting days
I stretch my legs and spread my hands
And rest my heart on the beats-
Beats that screen the design of my future,
Beats that take me into imagination
Like a galloping horse on a rough path.
But with each sun rise and sun set,
And each new day I seem closer,
Closer to the real world I desire for.
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