Poetic Dreams
Looking at the screen
Watching myself type
Hoping I can find the words
To create some sort of hype
In my dreams I’m famous
Wealthy as can be
Writing for a living
So happy and free
But then when I awaken
I remember that’s not true
So I put my dreams behind me
And pretend that I’m not blue
In my life I’m happy
Not too much keeps me down
But I know that I’d be better off
If I could just make some damn money writing these poems.
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