My Inspiration
Why do I have to feel this way?
About someone who’s far away
Who doesn’t know how hard I pray
That he might notice me one day.
I don’t know what I saw on him
He’s not really the man of my dream
But every time I do something
I just end up thinking about him
But then to me he’s like the sky
So out of reach and very high
Sometimes I wish that I could fly
I know it is hard but I have to try.
I need to study much better
In order to pass this fourth year proper
So that I could reach him sooner
But first I have to pass this semester
So in different kind of situations
Like dealing with my frustrations
Thoughts of him give me an intuition
Because he has come to be my inspiration.
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