Dreams high dreams
Shackles of bonds
Heaving frustrated sighs
Torn between age old dream and duty
What to choose
My heart knows not
' Do not be selfish ' others say
Their eyes fail to see the wounds
Those mere words cast in a longing heart
All my life I've been waiting
I waited and waited
Yet each and every chance pass by
With my dreams unaddressed
And now that the final chance lay
Can't I choose once in my life
I'm not heartless
The ailing health needs care I know
But with a high price of wounded heart
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