Many dreams are swept along like fog
During a mysterious and silent night.
Some are based upon a ray of reality,
While others are troubling and create fright.
Some dreams are quickly strewn about
In the mind of an individual without clue.
Lost in their tenuousness,
Are a mere attempt at coming true.
Some dreams, like the murky atmosphere
Are merely apparations in the blue,
But with an ardent desire and work ethic,
One's life dreams will become true.
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