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The Dreamer’s Fate Paige Burnett
Curse me among the dreamers. Burn their mark onto my chest, Bind me up in their calamity For I do not fear their fate. You try to beguile me with safety In a world that is never safe. You guarantee me contentment In an ever restless state. I will not be lured to mediocrity, but be bold in this insanity. I will not hold back possibility In a suffocating crate. I was not meant to simply survive, But for more. I was born to thrive, To challenge, to inspire, to dare, To wish, to scheme, and create. I will walk the paths of deep despair, That no heart knows but those who care To conquer dragons that will, each day, Haunt the path and close the gate. You can have food and still be starved. There’s more in life than what you are. It is the plight of the wearied mind To be fed with more than what you ate. You assume that I may never fly, But I never will if I don’t try, So give me wings to attempt it Without doubt’s crushing weight.
THE LEGACY
