A Dreamer
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Silly, childish passions
Lined up, waiting for the slaughter.
They’re growing out of it.
I’m growing into it.
Flying backwards into life
And I don’t know the answers.
Back up plans?
Bank accounts?
Doubts.
No.
This is what I live and breathe.
Cut my skin, it’s what I’ll bleed.
It’s this or death.
No in between.
So live without a house
And live without dinner.
Because this is living.
This is a dream.