It's been so long since I have dreamed,
I can't remember how.
When I try, they come out,
small, stilted, and broken
-out of practice and Rusty.
I admire the other Dreamers,
who I meet every day.
Their dreams lead them to places.
And I am sometimes jelous
and deeply saddened.
Watching their dreams,
turn into plans,
turn into life.
While my time continues to pass,
Impotent to Dream.
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