social pressure
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Dreams are among the stars
In sight, but out of reach
Til one falls, shooting fire.
Seeing this must then teach
The law of desire
My thoughts are too loud to
not let out,
But I don't
know what to
write about,
the rhymes spout
but they all sound the same,
they fall from
the clouds where
my soul hides,
Buffeted by the impurtuity of the wise, and thought a fool for false reasons-- who is to say that a man is not himself capable for his own short comings?
