A thought at night

I kept on dreaming of flying high

But I kept on lying on bed, doing nothing

I waited the sky to come down to me

And pick me up to float

I thought I would fly so very high

I was full of confidence

I was full of myself

I thought everything was surely made for me

I was so conceited

I should have woken up

I should have stood on my feet

I should have packed my bag,

I should have piled the steps I needed

I should have done it.


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