I run for i have passion,
the flame that paves my way.
I cry for i have imaginations,
but life paints it grey.
I dream for i have emotions,
and without it i am nothing.
I read for i have notions,
through travelling i feed my soul.
I sleep for that is living,
my escape from being poor.
I wake up for that is sleeping,
making all my dreams sure.
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