Practicality a.k.a kicking and screaming into adulthood

There I can dream.

I can see all the possibilities

I can be all I can be

I can pretend and I can wish

But things don’t work for me


Here, its practical

I compromise

My dreams die

There are but a few possibilities

Here reality rules

It’s not perfect here

But at least,

Some things work

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