The Weight of Dreams
Racing Against Odds in a World of Coins
We came from very ordinary places.
Lived in very ordinary places
Studied in very ordinary places
And ate in very ordinary places
When rich people took out big money
We had a few coins in our pockets.
We were not all the same.
But we were still in the race
Like a horse,
On someone's legs the weight of the hopes of an entire family was on him.
And that burden was so heavy that
A little more and more
We could break
They could break and scatter.
We had sleep to lose
And dreams to sell
There is nothing else
That can be put at stake.
We read books all night
And fight for dreams,
We could do much more.
But he died living up to the expectations of others.
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Nikita Angel
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Comments (7)
How true 😢 good work.
The message here is so sad. I hope everything is ok now.
This hit straight in the heart. So real, so raw.
Amazing! Well written.
Nice one ♦️♦️♦️
"We had sleep to lose, and dreams to sell" are the arrows that go straight to the heart.
wow