Hiding Your Dreams
Your body gets into a panic mode,
wherever those pairs of eyes
face your direction.
"I don't want to be extraordinary,"
you console yourself.
You look for things that make those
eyes follow you everywhere like
drones,
making your palms sweat, ears twitch,
heart race faster, body stiff...
You find the things and hide them;
one by one.
Soon, you'll be just like the rest,
carrying those pairs of eyes,
scanning for extraordinary people...
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