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Chasing Dreams on a Magic Carpet

A crazy SonTony

Upon a carpet, magic beneath my feet, I chased my dreams with whimsy so sweet. Through skies of azure and clouds like fluff, I soared with hope, but couldn’t get enough.

An office tower, where Tony sat still, A boss with no money, a wallet so chill. I need funds, Tony,” I howled in despair, But his wallet was invisible; he presented me a stare.

Money, elusive, like a mischievous sprite, Danced away from us, just out of sight. Tony shrugged, “No funds, my friend, But dreams, ah dreams, they have no end.”

On my carpet, I continued to roam, A dreamer on a journey, far from home. No dollars in pockets, just words in my eyes, I chased my dreams, under truncated skies.

The canvas of hope, where wishes take flight, My pen and I, both seeking the light. The quest of dreams is unbelievably so grand, We found happiness and anguish, hand in hand.

Laugh at our struggles, and embrace the strife, During this crazy chase, we’re creating our life. Broken glasses in mouth, but our hearts full of glee, On this magic Medium, just my pen and me.

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