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Mar 2015
We swept our dreams under the floor mat as we stomped our way out the door.
We ran with the moment and dragged our hopes through the mud. We all wanted to be something great when we were younger.
We got older and forgot how to live younger. We forgot how to live! We learned about bills and forgot how to smile.
We traded cartoons for newspapers, bicycles for cars, fun for misery, friends for cell phones.
Our happiness is now based on the amount of money in our pocket. We don't have a "crush" anymore we have a one night stand. We don't reach for the stars anymore because it seems like its always cloudy.
Your body will inevitably get old but you can stay young in your mind forever.
We were superheroes that traded in our capes for a nine to five.  We were everything we could have ever of been.
Nothing was out of reach. We have all just stacked bills and our daily stress in front of that door. Break it down and live your dreams.
So let me ask again, what do you want to be when you grow up?
Mike lowe
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Mike lowe  NY
(NY)   
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