Dreams Poem by Jack Smith
Dreams
Dreams, are they meant to be?
my thoughts question me
I sit and ponder;
wonder why I dream
when my purse is empty
and my life has holes
my heart tells me to be still
dreams, it says, is the essence of human fragility
when will they be true?
when can I dive in without drowning?
I sit and ponder
why I dream
when I have the world to conquer
and a kingdom to to rule?
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