What do you feel when you think of my resolve
The air of gasp in my lungs
I breath dreams like i would die without goals scored in my nets of dreams
I never wonder what taste rejection is,I have no time to savour the taste of other people's misconceptions of what my dreams need in order to be achieved
I don't have nostrils big enough to smell No's and You can'ts
Oh No no, my lungs are super duper allergic to gut feelings of failure and give your dreams up
I am a dream catcher stirring storms of wants
I am ''The Seed'' waiting to pop into life
I am
THE SEED.....;) ;)
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