dreams, just dreams,
thats what my life seems.
Some great, some odd, some bad,
In some I hear a child call me dad.
Years pass, the dreams intensify,
My mind remains cloudy, doesnt clarify.
All too quickly things change,
Life, situations and age.
I once was a child dreaming,
Now I'm a grownup who's mind is spinning.
From young to old one goes,
Once years were friends, now they're foes.
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