Blinded by Dreams

So many “ifs” and “buts”
…a lifetime of wishes
now all that are left are my dreams,
so many choices
…and to many reasons
blinded by all that could be.
A new life, a new world
…a life-time to live it
each new day another day to dream,
all that I can be
…all I will never be
dreams that God gave to me.
But often blinded by glory
…desire my fall
searching, always searching in vain,
for all the right answers
…from every new question
while dreaming every new dream each day.

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