Dreams of tomorrow; although the
Horizon may look obscure and deem
With high hopes and great expectations;
Shines bright
Though, one cannot see any single
Ray of light
And nothing to show for it in sight
Yet, the enthusiasm and intensity
Must not diminish;
While the dream for the future do
Neither tarry nor varnish.
The dream is true, it is real, and
It is brilliant.
Like walking through a cluster of
Barricades in the dark,
Stretching forth trying to make sense
Of the appropriate path to follow.
Dreams of tomorrow has to be lived,
Right now in the present.
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