Sometimes…

Sometimes
All I see was blurred
the dreams, destination
Faux

It all seems too far
Unrealistic
A child’s jump, outstretched hands
attempt to grab the Moon.

Everything so far fetched
I, a mere spectator
watching
people shaping up my life

Water ebbed and flowed
down a seeking stream
So did my dreams
sometimes low, others high
flow in my blood stream!

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