Bigger Than Me


The dreams I dream are bigger than me-
they grow and grow into things that I see.

They overwhelm and depress, they seize and distress;
they sadden and tease, they cause pain, but no ease.

I wish I could sample a taste of their offering,
but sadly, I cannot-because I am not worthy.

For people like me, dreams do not come true;
it depresses me greatly, makes me more than just blue.

The feelings I have go down deep inside-
the emptiness, the sadness, these are things that I hide.

I have lost my desire, and I have no wealth...
my dreams are best dreamed only in death.

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