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LOST IN MY DAY-DREAMS...

Were I a small boy

Time would be slow for me…
Sitting beside the open window
Lost in my day-dreams
I would be smiling to me…
And my father would be saying
“If wishes were horses,
Then beggars would ride…”



But today
I am not so small…
The arrow of time
Can’t reverse for me…
It’s time to be in the race
Lost in my day-dreams…
I can’t feel
My feet on the track!!!



But still I hope…
These days would end
And the race would be over…
And I would be dreaming at night…..





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