Life · Poetry



Once I dreamt
I was simple
My laugh
My cry
I danced like everyone else
Sang the same songs
Read the same books
Told the same jokes
It was delightful
To be as they were
Happy like they were
Then I realized
There is no joy
Being like them
As them
Next to them
I want to be as unique
As different as they were the same
I don’t want to grow up in their houses
Like the same shows
Reach for the same goals
That is not a dream
A dream is special to you
A dream is the dream you yourself can only achieve
So dream
Dream of the difference
Something else
Something a little more
Beyond that
Above it

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