Inside you are the grandest dreams ever dreamt
Yet each day, you appear empty and unkempt
The dreams are within your grasp
But its distance stings like a wasp
There are plenty moments of solitude
When you pause and assess your mood
You ask yourself whether you are ready
Yes, the dreams even make you a little heady
Where do you get everyday?
So far, far away
Stagnant in a muddy puddle
The dreams seem too much to handle
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