Being famous,
Maybe an actress or rock star,
Then my goal was
Dolphin trainer,
Gynecologist crossed my mind,
I reached for the stars in
Art, yet
Poetry was there all along.
I have dreamed of many things,
And have wanted many more,
But now that I'm nineteen,
I see the lies of each dream,
Knowing now that
Imaginations don't create the
Dream,
Hard work is the key,
What a pity
Since too much work makes me go
Slightly crazy.
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