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My mind plays like a movie, As the sky turns black, And my lids grow heavy. I am a virtuoso and composer, Hidden from sight and mind, Ready to show the world his talents. I am a renowned actor, Full of passion and emotion, As I cross the stage in a white half-mask. I am a rock star, With a broad grin and sure eyes, Inhaling the cheers and chants. I am a best friend, Hand across the shoulder, As tears roll down her cheek. The sky is stained blue, And my eyes open and I realize I am none of these things.
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Aug 22, 2010
Aug 22, 2010 at 5:27 PM UTC
The Dream
My mind plays like a movie, As the sky turns black, And my lids grow heavy. I am a virtuoso and composer, Hidden from sight and mind, Ready to show the world his talents. I am a renowned actor, Full of passion and emotion, As I cross the stage in a white half-mask. I am a rock star, With a broad grin and sure eyes, Inhaling the cheers and chants. I am a best friend, Hand across the shoulder, As tears roll down her cheek. The sky is stained blue, And my eyes open and I realize I am none of these things.
(c) Scott Lasley 4/17/09
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Aug 22, 2010
Aug 22, 2010 at 5:27 PM UTC
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