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I wish I could daydream like I did when I was a kid

when I was sat in primary school

bored out of my head

no teacher ever really got to me

I had daydreams only

occasionally they would be broken

on a rainy morning

when I'd see a mate strolling late

past the school gates

and I’d be encouraged at the sight of him

cos the day would become way better

than it had begun

there was a lot of fun to be had

even in days such as that

but now a worn out brain

doesn’t seem stimulated at all

not by anything that is happening

be it nothing or everything

how did I become so desensitised to existing

I only feel the bleakness of a disappointed heart.

🌷(3)

◄ Steve stepped onto the met

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M.C. Newberry

Thu 27th Feb 2020 13:28

The opening lines are an invitation hard to resist. The theme easy
to identify with as our young dreams give way to the realities of
life and earning a living. But we should never lose sight of our
dreams - or stop dreaming. For our dreams show that we can be more that we are - and for that we should always be grateful.

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