Me Being A Dreamer

I tried to be a realist..
A realist always knowing what's useful to do..
A realist doing always the right thing..

Because being like that wouldn't let you feel any kind of guilt in the end..

Well, I thought so..

As I say.. I tried..
And I failed..

But actually I don't see it as a fail.
I see it as a way to know me better.

I got to love the part of me I hated so much.

That's the part of me being a dreamer..
A regularly changing human being having always new interests and flying above the clouds with my dreams..

I love it and I won't care about others judging this part of me anymore.

Well, I'll try not to..

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