“What a silly word that we invented to help us grasp a spoken meaning of that foolish feeling.
A feeling for those who are dreaming,
we all were dreamers one day with questions standing on the tip of our tongue and an imagination so vast the whole world couldn’t get a grasp of it.
Faced with time and daily adventures, but in the end, we all choose to settle down and sit,
to ease our mind while taking a hit
but it’s when we’re in the pit we admit of the truth
so we go to our booth and think about our youth.
Do we have to numb ourselves of our primitive feelings,
only to mimic all the misters and mistresses,
to give ourselves a bit of meaning?
here’s for the dreamers
that still fight the ways
that don’t break out of their phase
that imagine throughout their days.
Don’t fall prey, leave the rest on their way
just go out and play, never listen to a word they say
eventually, we’ll all become grey and sway in our decay.
In a giant floating ball that seems to be mere sand dust from afar we reside, floating by the tide with rules to abide, but don’t try to hide because we all live inside,
hate each other and love one another, make mistakes and fix them, scream, cry laugh and shout, lose yourself but don’t look for the guide,
float around with your friends in the wave and let it push you to the shore.
here’s for the dreamers
that still fight the ways
that don’t break out of their phase
that imagine throughout their days.
Don’t fall prey, leave the rest on their way
just go out and play, never listen to a word they say
eventually, we’ll all become grey and sway in our decay.
“Wow, I love it! but how does it relate to the word special,” replied Lu
“Well, it’s simple; all the dreamers romanticize their goals just how all “special” people do. although if you think about it that way, we all get all romantic when we think of our future selves, so in a way were all special just like how no one is.”
“that doesn’t make any sense.”
“you’re right; it doesn’t.”
“what do you mean?”
“the word special doesn’t make any sense when referring to such a broad category as us humans, because every single one of us has their “Special trait” and no one is the same even those twins in our class.”
“Yeah, I guess you’re right; I mean, even though Sarah and sandy have so much in common, I can see that they have so many different things as well.”
“Let’s go home. It’s getting dark.”
“But I still have questions!”
“Sometimes, things should be left for you to explain.”
“hahaha, okay,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“where were you Lu!” said Lu’s mom
“I was with at Yan’s”
“You’re late.”
“We we’re just studying mom.”
“what does that supposed to mean?”
“It means to stop asking too many questions!”
and she rushed to her room.
When Yan came home, his parents were still at work, so he made some dinner for himself and sat on the chair to watch a movie before he went to sleep.
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