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Lost Dreams My mind goes back to another time. In my youth when all things were fine. Dreams of the future were coming true. Not a day found me depressed or blue. Life looked so easy in my young eyes. The future was mine to have as a prize. The world promised a life with no limits. Use the best and discard the remnants. My imagination was great and ran wild. Thoughts of a young boy a little child. I was impatient for tomorrow to come. Ignoring the days and what was done. I lived only for my wants and dreams. I regret not living for all the real things. Time has given the chance to change. I have used it in my life to rearranged. If time permits I'll redo things I can. Start living in reality like other men. Live for today, not think of the future. Dream in sleep and not in the day. By: Kings
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