I DREAM OF THINGS
I am not that very good at running -
hacking breath with blood, keeping
snide evasions to the side of me, watching
others pass me on the fly. And yes, yes,
correct, I dream of things - the day my
wings shall fly, the morn' my ship comes
in, the night my eyes shall cry and the
race that I shall win!
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