Wasted Dreams

Every day is like the same day,
Sitting back and watching my life waste away,
Counting down the hours,
Time is passing by too fast,
As I sit in my room and write another poem,
I don't know where my life is going,
So many wasted dreams,
Filling up my mind,
Thinking where I could have been,
If I hadn't let another wasted dream pass me by.

So many ambitions as a child,
So careless, free and wild,
But now I sit back and watch as my life unfolds,
I know I have to take a hold,
Before my life comes un-stitched at the seam,
Before yesterday becomes another wasted dream.

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