On the railroad to dreams

I want to leave this place.

 

I wake up every morning with a feeling of

dissappointment, a seeking for adventure, and a

craving of truly living.

 

Maybe my dream are far too chaotic and prodigious.

Maybe i'm too far from reality.

 

But one thing is for sure; this feeling I have about life

is eating me from within. And if I don't leave now,

I'm afraid that my train will depart without me.

 

Wherever this train is, I won't stop looking for it.

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