The Dream Poem by Dan Quiles

The Dream



As the clock ticks down,
Disappointment grows,
Sweat drips down my neck,
What a fulfillment this is.
The dream goes on,
Reaching higher heights,
Feeling the pressure weights,
Making things come true
And incredibly possible.
Making tomorrow capable
And completely manageable.

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