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Out of reach

In my pushchair
I screamed me, me, me
I pointed then stomped my feet
because everything
was out of reach
 
At school they said
you cant do this
and you mustn't do that
and like a fool I listened
when they warned me
my dreams would be out of reach
 
Growing up wasn't easy
but they got me young
taught me to listen without
questioning
taught me to be the way
they wanted
and I wound up
wasting a lot of years
 
Don't be like me,
because dreams are never out of reach
not ever.
Written by Abracadabra (Abra)
Published | Edited 19th Jul 2012
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