Dreams

Hope

All I hear nope

From people who mope

They can’t understand my way

They wave it away

Everyday

My Dreams

Like bright beams

Flowing like streams

I follow them

Even when they try to stem

The other direction

I don’t mention

They bring me satisfaction

People want them gone 

But I can always see my new dawn

Growing from a young fawn

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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