Not wet but cold in the feeling that something might be off,
Maybe this day is just out of reach for someone,
Someone who thought to themselves about what they are meant to do,
Who can make our own choices,
We as a whole do not always let others make our decisions,
Our choice is our own and to invoke the right to use it is to simply,
Stand against what is said to be correct or the right path,
This day is something to live by as the years will go on,
Time will proceed whether we make the choice or not,
Life is no longer the game that it was once thought to be,
Sorry to say that this game that is life is no respawn,
So take pride in this life we all get all but once,
To not just find a dream,
But to attain this metaphoric object and leave a remembrance,
This life that feels like a dream may only seem like a dream in your eyes,
And as long as it stays just a dream to you anything is possible,
In this free form lifestyle that has some reason to it
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