My Dreams
MY DREAMS One of the abilities that's being lost in this season is the ability to see greatness in yourself. We just want to live the passing days. No more inspiration for aspiration. We are clouded by the moment each moment. To think of the future you once always think of is now a once in a while. God, how did I get here. I've lost my taste to tasteless stuff. I no longer desire the food for the king, the scrumps is what I'm running after. When did I forget the unforgettable experience of my imaginary mind. My explosive mind has now gone on a sabbatically explosive leave. When will I wake up! My mind when will you wake up! I am a son not slave to forget where I'm coming from. How did I get here. Could it be adulthood? Abi, is it trying to meet up with the standards? Wait, could it be that, I no longer want my dream?! No! My dreams are all I wanted! They make me live each day like a King. They make me want to wake up every day! Where did I get lost?! God pl