Some of our dreams, and visions,
We slowly, have to let fade,
We have to be realistic,
Follow our path in life,
Which has already, be laid.
Not everything, we speculate,
Will be perfect, during our time,
Many mistakes, go not noticed,
Even if we cover,
Ever angle, in our mind.
Often our imagination,
Takes us farther, than we wereto be,
Then we must open, our eye's,
Look past the illusions,
Our mind sees.
Learning, to appreciate every minute,
Each of us, only have, so many days,
Remember changes,
Will be offered, for us to decide,
To follow, or stay.
When ever we come to conclusions,
They should be explored,
Well in our mind,
We can never change history,
We create, or pass during our time.
Never give up, on anything,
That you mind, let's you perceive,
The time has to be right,
For everything, in this life,
That comes, to you, or me.
Tom Maxwell Copyright 2/2/2005 A.D.
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