The life of our dreams

We as humans walk this earth with our heads held high,but then why do we always cry.

We have high exceptions,most to hard to reach,but then why so we live every day like its a day at the beach.

We all look at the sky dreams of the day we could fly,but the why when we get a pair of wings we let the opportunity of having them pass us by.

We all try to be someone were not,trying to make the world think were hot,when were letting our true beauty just rot.

We as humans need to see that life is what it seems,but that there is a place were life can be perfect and that place is in our dreams.

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