There is no dearth of dreams
For everyone dreams of success
Of money and fame that it brings
Of happiness and tears of joy
Some can feel it and taste it
See themselves standing on the podium
Crossing
the line tearing the ribbon
They can hear the crowd cheering their name
Yet most don’t even start their race
For they are lost in the mirage of their dreams
Dreams u see, are reflections
Very much so, of a very possible future
Yet, like all reflections, they are inversed
What comes last is seen the first
While most see success right in front
They fail to see the toil and sweat
The
innumerable failures and falls
The treacherous path that follows behind
To the far end of their dreams
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