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Toil and time sours cherished dreams

Dearly sought and worked hard at,

 

But coming to nothing,

He escaped into fantasy

 

The romance of dreams:

Clearly sought and driven by forces

Beyond this world

 

Inspired by a sincere offering to his god of ambition

Who turned his eyes towards one thing night and day

He fall flat down and got up from his face

Ashamed of the laughing stock he became

 

But never do mind of whistling in the dark,

A fool’s errand too long into night

Fools can do better things

Better things may come and ignite one’s light

If we just look past the night

And remember life is more than obsession

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