Dear Dreamer,

Wed, 11/25/2015 - 23:28 -- mazer

They say the skies the limit,That nothing holds me back,But everything in life costs something,This is what I lack. I want to know what's out there,To see it for myself,But I'll be stuck here waiting,Forgotten by myself. Reality, it brakes me,It dampens all my dreams,It clouds over who I was,Bursting every seam. But I will hold unyielding, From birth until my death, I will not give up trying,until my final breath.

This poem is about: 
Me

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