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
The World of Promising Realities.
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