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Everyone can afford dreams But I was the biggest shopper Shoving condos and benzes into my cart No cashier at the exit to demand payment I picked lavish expensive charms Had no worries about pennies Everything was costless Blessings from the gods I was younger then I grew a little older I kept shopping for expensive dreams With time I encountered little snags I couldnt get out of the mall with my immense goods So I bargained with my conscience Drop this and pick that What was lighter I thought was better So I chose those that were easier Years went by and I learnt lessons little by little A sister had shopped for the Whitehouse And arrived home with a highschool The question is can you carry what you pick? A friend had shopped for the most Yet arrived home with the least So I selected the lightest But when I packed, my car wouldn't budge I further reduced my pricey costless goods Albeit grudgingly,promising myself I would come back for them But **** there are no second rounds As I grew older and older I found myself driving home With only a few of those costless goods They were not even the biggest and priciest They were what I could carry Every time I stop by that dream shop To do some window shopping And say I wish
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
The Dream Shop
Everyone can afford dreams But I was the biggest shopper Shoving condos and benzes into my cart No cashier at the exit to demand payment I picked lavish expensive charms Had no worries about pennies Everything was costless Blessings from the gods I was younger then I grew a little older I kept shopping for expensive dreams With time I encountered little snags I couldnt get out of the mall with my immense goods So I bargained with my conscience Drop this and pick that What was lighter I thought was better So I chose those that were easier Years went by and I learnt lessons little by little A sister had shopped for the Whitehouse And arrived home with a highschool The question is can you carry what you pick? A friend had shopped for the most Yet arrived home with the least So I selected the lightest But when I packed, my car wouldn't budge I further reduced my pricey costless goods Albeit grudgingly,promising myself I would come back for them But **** there are no second rounds As I grew older and older I found myself driving home With only a few of those costless goods They were not even the biggest and priciest They were what I could carry Every time I stop by that dream shop To do some window shopping And say I wish
Looking back at life
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Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
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