Morning Promise
I refuse to ask why
I'm here aren't I?
I won't grow wings
Wasn't meant to fly
When I see obstacles
My instinct is to try
Like being meant to live
Someday I'm meant to die
But along the way
I'll try to enjoy the ride
Be understanding of others
But still keep my pride
My heart will try to love
But it will also try to hide
My mind will fail and falter
Though mostly it will guide
Not always the optimist
I'm feeling very alive
Tired of living under the rock
I aim to live in the sky
...who will you be dreaming of?
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