Goals and ambitions,
It's a common thing we share.
We'll go through all transitions
Just to get ourselves there.
My dream is to travel,
See the history of the world.
Walk across dirt and gravel,
And study what I've unfurled.
I'm scared for my dream,
I want it to come true.
I'm so scared I could scream,
But what would that do?
I've got to keep going,
Believe that it will come true,
Just keep growing,
Promise me that you will too.
I feel a lot better now,
Like I've been endowed some self belief,
Now I will never bow,
To the thick walls of grief.
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Poetica Vol. 02
PoetryI still find it hard to sleep, am I too hungry and need to eat? I lay here, tossing and turning. What is my heart yearning? I switch on the light and begin to write, perhaps words will put me to sleep tonight... [More original poems by me]
