Dreams

Dreams
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Laying on the grass I lift my eyes to heaven,
I think about my life and everything I've done,
And daydream about what has not been nor will be.

But I can not help it,
dream is in my veins,
as the very blood that flows in me.
Wanting to change this would be to deny my own existence.

To dream that I can even the impossible,
To dream that my life has great purpose
although I can not see it yet.
To dream that one day, my days will be eternal,
full of glory for having fulfilled my destiny.

My uncertain destiny that haunts me.