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The man
I am a man with dreams in my pocket
They have been there a long time
Sometime i pull them out, look at them
Feel them, stare longingly
Like seeds in a farmers hand
Someday they shall bear fruit
Yet my dreams won't
They are dull and dazed now
Like the old dusty book in the library
Untouched, unopened, unread
Yet they exist, they shall continue to exist
Just like me their shoulders are drooping
They are greying now, eyes hazy
But still like them i stand tall
Hiding everything, brushing things aside
And inspite of it all
I stand tall....
© invictus
They have been there a long time
Sometime i pull them out, look at them
Feel them, stare longingly
Like seeds in a farmers hand
Someday they shall bear fruit
Yet my dreams won't
They are dull and dazed now
Like the old dusty book in the library
Untouched, unopened, unread
Yet they exist, they shall continue to exist
Just like me their shoulders are drooping
They are greying now, eyes hazy
But still like them i stand tall
Hiding everything, brushing things aside
And inspite of it all
I stand tall....
© invictus
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