I am a dream chaser.
They say there's nothing wrong in trying.
Journey long through blues chasing blacks
But the sun set before I arrived.

Do you always do what you're told?
Darkness pricks the light
And still the buildings block the stars.
Dreams are granted here.

Metal tops brush bruised blues
Revealing hues of golden hope.
Fullness is delivered with the promise of tomorrow.

Awake. Parts are present.
I wasn't finished. You didn't let me shine.

Melissa Stephanie Strom

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