A Dream
I had a dream
where I was flying
But I couldn't fly very high
just my feet lifted off the ground
gliding in the sky
But I guess it was still
a dream nonetheless
safer and more practical
unlike the rest
Because the higher you go
the harder you fall
Once you reach the top
you can only go down
After all
the fall didn't kill him
it was the ground
What goes up
must come down
In my dream
Yes I did fly
but not very high
Therefore I didn't die
Because if we are
As high as can be
How would we ever
Dream?
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