I am a dreamer, I always have been. I dream during the day, but not at night.
Lost in thought, I tend to dawdle, and soon I fall behind.
When I realize how far back I've fallen, I panic and I begin to run.
Trying to catch up, I run full tilt. But I am clumsy and prone to disaster.
It is not long before I stumble, and fall to the ground.
But my spirit is strong. Though battered, I am undeterred.
And so I pick myself up, wipe the dust from my clothes, the blood from my knees, and the tears from my eyes.
And I begin to run again.
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