What are dreams?

Dreams are for sleeping

But dreams make me weap 

Becasue it's the simple fact that I can't have the dream

When I wake up from my slumber  

Sometimes it makes me wonder 

How long can I keep this persistence called belief 

That dreams can be real if I continue to seek 

Seeking like a child when she's looking for her mother 

But am I looking because Im shookin from tooken

Or am I only worried about what's cooking 

Naw I need to be cooking up a recipe 

That's gone make me immortal 

Because normal is not formal to me 

So now dreams is my enemy 

Now everyday im fighting they become of me 



Let your dreams be bigger than your fears and your actions louder than your words.

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