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The Biggest Part Of Losing ( An Afraid of Losing the Dream )

Mind always make a control
Can deny but that’s just not a real true
You can escape from everything
But your mind, once more controlling everything
You thought that you the one who can control your mind
But reality told that you are the one that under control


You making a dream
Lot of dream that would be real or not
Depend on where is your feet stomp the yard
Could be on hard rock or on soft beach sand
You building your dream from a pieces something calls ‘want to’
And than you trying figure out the way that you’ll be take to reach it
Nobody can help only you and your mind


You talk to other person
But they can’t understand what you mean
You explain to people
But they don’t get it
And than only you and your mind stuck on deepest of the fantasy world
Hanging on with all dream that your mind already create
A world just like wonderland
Your mind making it from your command
You trap and it hard to stand up when you fall down the road


You just a puppet for your own mind
You give your mind dream to build
And it makes your mind get the satisfaction of imagination the dream
You can’t reach or touch your dream
Make all your plan ruin into a pieces of brick
You trying to walk again
But so hard to think what would you do next
You trying to gaze upward your face but so hard to see the truth


A moment comes and you just playing out with all the broken dreams
Trying find other way when people starting to leave you one by one
Trying being the best when all the doors already close
Trying forget how the dream can make you drunks
You just can trying one by one by the time
And at the end
You just a person with full of regret
That ‘ why you not starting it when you still young ‘
Everything on your hand, your mind
Thinking on it, and figure out how to get it
No time for dreaming again

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