What are dreams if not dreamt,
Words never spoken,
Feelings not felt,
And life hardly lived.
What are eyes if they refuse to see truth,
Ears that go deaf over truth,
Dumb mouth that fear in speaking,
And brain that stop thinking.
Why live a life if that life be not worth boasting,
Why be the only question running around,
Why there be no solution,
For all the haste that built up a loser as such me.
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