The Unrealistic Dreams

 

We all have them;
“perfectional fantasies”,
of just how our lives would be,
our bodies, our prophecies.
If we could just write them down,
if word on page, could fact become,
if we controlled what was,
if we could cause to become.
But that is not our job, task, or ability.
No, that is not our chore,
not what we’re meant to do,
not what we were put here for.
Occasionally, they come true,
when they do, follow through.

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