DREAMS LEFT BEHIND
Whose dreams are those outside your door?
Some young, some old, some covered in gold.
Do you leave them behind before you walk in?
Is it still a house if you can't walk in whole?
Don't you hear the sound of time passing by?
Who do you please with this silence of yours?
Life is a river, it breaks what blocks its flow.
Don't you wish to meet the sea anymore?
Good girls aren't loud, I have heard them say.
You don't question, are you afraid to be bad too?
If you have to leave yourself to belong to them,
What makes this the right place for you?
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