Dreamers Disease

I don’t believe I can achieve what I see.
It just doesn’t seem possible.
Not likely any time soon.

Why do we punish ourselves by having dreams?
Ambition tears to soul apart at the seams;
Like a bad dream, it eats us alive.
“The Dreamers Disease”

They tell me that I have it bad;
But I can’t live without it anymore.
It’s my life support; my goal is at the peak, and I’m just pitching my tent at the bottom.
At sunrise, I’ll make my move.



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