We grow older
Our dream fall to the waste side.
They get lost amongst ending hours of working,
Cleaning and taking care of the people in our lives.
We grow older and regret what we have not done.
Somewhere life lost all meaning and fun.
We are always on the run.
Often too late in life
Childhood dreams reappear.
Those memories are so dear.
We live in fear
Our days are going by fast.
We have no time for our dreams.
Dreams that will fade away
With our soul’s ascension.
Make time to see
Make time to believe
You and your dreams
Have a place in the world.
Thank-you for reading. Much love, light, and happiness to all!
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