Whatever you wish is there but when is it ever that far?
You hate the dark but stays and waits for a shooting star
To wish to be different than what you already are
Cause then and only then that dream wouldn't seem to be so far.
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A Train of Quatrains
PoetryJust a bunch of things I wanna say Things that noone will bother to know Things that keeps piling up everyday And if you will hate this you're a foe Ranked #265 in Poetry 3|31|18 Ranked #836 in Reality 5|12|18
