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May 2014
Some times,
I wish,
I wasn't the way I am now,
I wish I could take reality as it is,
And not ask for more.
I wish I could see that a 9 to 5, a family,
A car, and tonight's game,
Was all I had to look forward to.
I wish I could go about with a second hand existence,
And pass it on when I'm done.


But no.
I'm a dreamer.
I always have been,
And maybe that's all I'll ever be.
I dream of better things.
Of life beyond what I see.
Of love, peace, kindness, tolerance.
And maybe something else,
To fill the gaping void within me.
I dream of places that never could be,
And things that never should be.
Like you and me.


I dream a dream,
Never dreamt before.
And maybe,
If I were to do, and not just try
It just might be reality,
My legacy, that'll live on after I die.
Fictitious Zee
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