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The Dream When I was just a boy in knickers that were held up with a rope, It seemed the world was somewhat gentler perhaps still held a little hope. Dreamchasers flourished worked their magic night and day. Then came those who hated dreamers and they took the dreams away. They never seemed to be contented that others saw the bigger scheme, to them it was an easier challenge to steal somebody else's dream. And so today the world is bitter' full of jealousy and hate, filled with rage and discontentment with no concern to change their fate. Blaming others for their failures lacking in their self esteem, and only those who have the money can afford to have the dream. |
Additional Notes:
I was born to one of the poorest families I know, and until I was grown, I
basically hated people with money. But I grew up, and realized that money
isn't everything, but rather peace of mind. I'd rather have that than all the
money in the world. I tell my children that the word hate is the worst word
ever conceived.
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