Dreams Were

Dreams were fine, loud, innocent and bright.

They seemed real I could touch ’em

They sounded so impeccable in plan  with step to step walking toward ’em. 
It felt possible to reach ’em.

I wasn’t daydreamer. 

I knew someday that would be a realistic moment to be joyful about.

Dreams were bright, I was exciting to make it happen.

Dreams are still dreams now. 

RI 

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