Prompt: _______ Like Me.
A Dreamer Like Me!
My Response to Dead Poets Live Prompt
Where will be my turn? Everything is going to seem dark Every dot of my life is becoming a full stop I’m wondering, why I stand still with empty hands Every night my eyes flow, every minute my heart breaks Step by step, every moment my nerves exhaust, my breath stops
For those good days… I’m waiting for my turn For dreams come true… I’m waiting for my turn
I’m imagining my fantasy world around me My words are rhyming upon the clouds on the sky My rhythms are creating melodies, touching every heart My dark circles are telling the story of my visualizing world My surviving capabilities are going weak and futile for thinking
Oh, I’m desperately waiting for my turn!
A dreamer like me Asking several times Just one question to myself Where will be my turn?
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