Late last night I had a dream
I was looking a future me
Poor old me, going down the street
Chasing blueprints of better dreams
Couldn't wake up, was choking
In an ocean of anguish
Poor old me, drowning in a sea
Of expectations and agony
Don't wake me, I'll save the past
From the trap I set myself
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