THE DREAMER
I sat by the riverbank
My pen in my hand
Busily scribbling,
My words a blur line.
With my thoughts in my head
And my dreams in my heart,
I go far beyond the present
Into the bright future i know awaits me.
Not minding the world around me,
I set my heart free to dream.
Stubbornly, i refuse to listen to the voices in my head,
The voices telling me that i can't be who i want to be.
Doggedly, i press towards my mark;
Towards the finishing line.
I'm the dreamer,
And no one can take away my dreams.
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