Dreams
As a child
Dreams are fresh
Dreams are bound to come true
For what could ever impede on a Dream?
As you work towards your Dream
You wish for the day
When you can say
You touched the stars
This Dream of yours seems definite
As nothing can hold you back
For the one moment you wait for
The gliss of happiness on your lips
Then one morning
You realize something is blocking you
A block so heavy not you yourself can move
So you slide around it
You end up in an unexpected place
Here it is chaotic and stressful
Here you cannot stay focused
You have trouble sleeping at night
This new land may seem strange
As it so suddenly itches your soul
Little do you know
This is the path to your Dream
For what you may not know
Is that the path to glory
Is through rags and pain
For the phoenix cometh from the ashes
As you will rise to your Dream from dark days of tribulation
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