In every passing moment,
we grow farther and
farther from the
beginning.
The beginning, where we
could become anything.
As we drift away, our
options crumble around
us.
Our trails become
overgrown.
Our pathways become
inaccessible.
Our dreams die.
We laugh at out childhood
thoughts in hope to
comfort our dull,
accepted life style.
Those who still think as
children will always
remain children.
Those who seek
enjoyment in
everything, will find
happiness everywhere.
And those who find
enjoyment only in
things that are "meant"
to be enjoyed, will
forever be searching
for it.
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Dream.
And those who think as we
do, will never die.
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