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Sometimes it helps to walk in the footsteps of another even though nothing substitutes for your own experience. Here I'm trying to tell you exactly how it is, no sugar added. This can be one of the most rewarding things for you but it also carries a great deal of uncertainty. Is risking your current livlihood and your life really worth it?
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The Dream How strange it is to be a prisoner of the flesh Like a uniform you can't retire Invisible shackles that no one else can detect Even the air that fills your lungs somehow tainted All by the want, the dream, the need But there is an escape if the will is present A treacherous path wrought with electric storms, witches brew, and knives carving deep Sometimes we're shrouded in the fog Removing all sense of distance and the warmth of others And yet we press onward in faith All for the want, the dream, the need The fog eventually begins to lift The shackles, one by one, removed And the prison sloughed off Your senses no longer hampered You breathe deep and for once feel life entering your body Nothing has changed and yet everything has changed All because of the want, the dream, the need A new wind and window of opportunity await Finally the want and the need have been sated Yet the dream remains It smiles back and beckons with beguiling eyes May you rise to meet its open hand And may you ride your ambitions far All while living the dream 2004.02.18 |
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