I dream of things behind me,
Instead of dreams of things to come.
I neglect forward dreams,
that prepare me for things to come.

Time is wasted on dreams behind me,
lost in the winds.
Can't I move forward, do I care to
Creating new dreams.

Must I Move from wasted time,
on that which is done.
Shall I Take a stand!
Does time still allow for chances.

Chances in dreams of existence
Chances in dreams opening the mind.
Chances in dreams of lost of fear

Dreams Captivating
The World of Promising Realities.

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