It’s creating dreams.
Then realizing
That those aren’t your dreams.
Those dreams belong to someone else.
The someone
You used to be.
The someone
You pretend to be.
Until you realize, that that someone
Is a stranger.
And then you begin again.
Only half of you is gone.
You know the tune of the song,
But not the lyrics.
So you create your own.
Again. And again.
And when you finally get it right.
You have to start over.

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