Feeling like a fool,
All this hard work.
The pressures on
to do the right thing
The things they say
lot's of somethings.
So almost there
yet so far away
why can't I get it right
why do I stray.
I'll be the first
to admit I'm not all there
I'm feeling the worst
I'm having a scare.
What will they think of me
when I fail
what will they think of me
if I bail.
The pressures on
to do the good thing
but like a caged bird
I cannot sing.
I'll get by
I know I will
the days will get warmer
and I'll get stronger still
but I wonder
as I sometimes do
The fate of my future
or will I always be the dreamer , too?


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