Dreams...to me, they always seemed to be just that a dream. Whenever I dreamt my father told me that it wasn't for me, that those dreams aren't me. I never knew what it meant to actually go for a dream, even now as I sit here I can only look at the backs of my friends as they go and follow their dreams. Fear is a scary thing, and though I have fought thugs and gangsters throughout my life, I've always feared dreaming. As I look upon the past few years to back when I was a kid, I really can't remember what I answered when teachers asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. Growing up I was always told to become a doctor nothing else, but was that what I wanted? Or was it what my parents wanted? I wouldn't have minded continuing playing the cello, I probably would have kept playing soccer if I never broke my hand and knee. The flute, computer graphics, art, mechanics, debate, if I wasn't afraid would my grades have been all A's? Would I have done all these things? My friends have always seen me as some guy that doesn't know fear, but I fear myself, the choices I make, the future. God knows that the only reason I can't keep a girl is because I start acting like a total jerk, but that isn't me I want to treat my girl like she is the only girl on the planet. But I fail cause I put myself in this bubble that won't let anyone in.
This is Fallen Dreams, saying I have never had a dream that I can call my own and that I went for it, saying fear not others, but fear yourself.
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