My dreams come
In different shapes.
And different sizes.
In different colors.
And different disguises.
My dreams come
Sporadically.
Inconsistently.
Without rhyme.
Without reason.
Random.
My dreams come
When I wake.
When I sleep.
In the day.
In the night.
When I read.
And when I write.
My dreams come.
And my dreams go.
But in my heart
I know,
My future is my own.
Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 11:54 PM UTC
My dreams come
In different shapes.
And different sizes.
In different colors.
And different disguises.
My dreams come
Sporadically.
Inconsistently.
Without rhyme.
Without reason.
Random.
My dreams come
When I wake.
When I sleep.
In the day.
In the night.
When I read.
And when I write.
My dreams come.
And my dreams go.
But in my heart
I know,
My future is my own.
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