JAMES TAYLOR'S OUTLET OF DREAMS
   
DREAMS?
 
WE ALL HAVE DREAMS RIGHT
WITHOUT THEM WHERE WOULD WE BE?
I'VE SPENT MY LIFE WANTING SUCCESS,
NOW THAT I CAN TOUCH IT,
IT'S NOT SO APPEALING..............
I THOUGHT IT WOULD MAKE ME HAPPY AND I'M NOT,
I FEEL SO LOST..........................
SO WHERE DO I GO FROM HERE????????
AND DO I REALLY CARE?
 
MOM
I BLAMED YOU FOR DYING,
WHAT WAS I THINKING,
YOU DIED SO I COULD LIVE,
YOU GAVE THE ULTIMATE SACRIFICE FOR YOUR CHILDREN,
YOUR LIFE.................
YOU WERE MY FRIEND AND I MISS YOU..............
I WISH I COULD FINALLY LET YOU REST,
BUT YOU HAUNT ME.........
IN MY DREAMS...........
 
MAYBE GET LOST?
I THINK I NEED TO GET LOST.....
SO NO ONE CAN FIND ME,
WHERE I CAN BE SELFISH AND
ONLY CARE ABOUT MYSELF,
SOMEPLACE NO ONE CARES THAT I'D BEEN SHOT,
SOMEPLACE NO ONE SEES THAT SOMETHINGS DIFFERENT WITH ME,
SOMEPLACE I CAN BE LOVED FOR THE HEART I CARRY AND THE BURDENS I BEAR,
SOMEDAY, SOMEDAY..........I WILL SEIZE MY DAY,
UNTIL THEN I'M HERE STUCK IN A LIFE THAT BETRAYED ME,
TOOK SOME FINITE CRUCIAL PORTION OF MY HEART AND SCATTERED IT OVER THE EARTH..............
BUT SOMEDAY...............CARPE DIUM
 
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