Thursday, March 19, 2009



I was born a dreamer,
This, I have always known.
I love to dream,
Every bit of it.

I dreamt of own a bungalow,
Everyone living together.
Throw in a dog and two kids,
And my life will be complete.

I dreamt of getting paid,
Doing the things I love.
Eating, sleeping, loving, laughing,
All in a day's work.

But as I grew older,
The harsh realities of life set in.
I forgot how to dream,
And my dreams disappeared.

A life without dreams,
Is pretty meaningless.
What's there to love,
When all your passion's gone.

Then, an opportunity came by,
And I got to know new friends.
They taught me how to dreams,
And I was alive once again.
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