Hopes and Dreams


We’re all high and drunk
On ideas
On pain
On love
On needs
And even on memories
Drunk on the things that make us pass the days
Dire need of other people to not be alone among our thoughts
They can be lethal
They can be mortifying
Do you remember the last time you were proud of yourself for just being, you?
Hopes and dreams keep us moving
We all hate sober reality
Those who learn to deal with it are
Amongst us
The real winners
The real champions


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