We can pen in for hours and hours
About all the things that we dreamt of
And how the grass is greener there
To dream is not a crime
But do the boundaries hurt?
For regret sweeps in
When one wrong turn changes your life
And takes you to a path, swivel
But, so many people walk on this earth
And, they are not the sweet words, you scribble.
They do not hold your stars in a thread
Nor are they the monsters under your bed
They are bruised and broken, but, they still dream,
To be you, while you are standing on the realm
Focusing on everything you are not.

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