I don't know what it is about people
That makes them want to tell others they can't;
Maybe their own dreams they didn't fulfill,
Or their own happy memories are scant.
"Your dream is much too big, be realistic,"
They'll say "you might as well not even try;
Come down to earth, don't dream so majestic,
There's no point in reaching for the sky."
But don't listen to these bitter old souls,
They're just jealous that you can dream so grand;
Go for glory, something totally bold,
It's something little minds can't understand,
That those who manage to come out on top
Have this in common - they never give up.
June 2014
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