A dream of a thousand years,
Comes once in a lifetime and with it brings hope,
The sourness of existence has little taste,
But a well-placed wish can make all the difference,
This world in all its tragedy can make us feel weak,
A laugh with our friends and family helps all,
Is my place in such merriment secure?
I'm drawn to my dreams like a bee to the nectar,
An infinite rush of ever-changing thoughts.
May 19, 2020
May 19, 2020 at 1:46 PM UTC
A dream of a thousand years,
Comes once in a lifetime and with it brings hope,
The sourness of existence has little taste,
But a well-placed wish can make all the difference,
This world in all its tragedy can make us feel weak,
A laugh with our friends and family helps all,
Is my place in such merriment secure?
I'm drawn to my dreams like a bee to the nectar,
An infinite rush of ever-changing thoughts.
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