Man of Many
I feel like a man of many but i master none
Too many dreams out there to just go after one
Its like my aspirations leave just as soon as they come
I take a loss,dust off,and its back to square one
Dreams...
"Where is the rest of it?"
Foolish thoughts of a pessimist
The hardest thing for me in this life is to make the best of it.
i figure since in life things aren't as they seem, I'll wake up and have another someday
Know what i mean?...its a dream.
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