Awake
These days I keep having the same dream
A dream that's elusive, something distant
No matter how much I want this dream to become reality
It always escapes my grasp, I only see it for an instant
I plan to do my everything, but I keep holding back
I don't know why this is so, why am I so hesitant
The future is something I long for, something I fear
My past is bleak, my present weak, I feel insignificant
Losing interest in life, love, and passion
I wonder when I changed, why am I inconsistent
This is annoying.
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