I know a place where dreams are made.
Dreams are all we have.
I know a place where dreams are made
a place where wild goose you chase
cause every dream is not meant to be a competitive race
A place where impossible word is yet to be obeyed
I know a place where dreams are made
I know its a hard nut to crack and break
because of this your body will get tired and ache
but you have to hold together to pass through this gate
I know a place where dreams are made
And don't you dare to throw up the sponge and leave
yeah people will try to pull you to the dark and tease
but you have to cut the Gordian's knot
I think you know how much talent you have got
come with me,
don't stand on the door and wait
cause I know a place where dreams are made.
- Shireen
About the Creator
shireen naaz
I am an 18 year old Y/A so the world to me is a very strange place right now I am still learning, experiencing and discovering new aspects of life so maybe with me you can once again see the world differently.
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You must have heard this saying that houses are mere walls of bricks which is complimented by people and feelings for it to become a home. Ohh I truly agree , homes reflect peace and happiness and comfort . A place where you are provided with warmth and most importantly a place where you feel loved and heard. A very beautiful tale I hold within that I would like to share - there was this girl and boy who met each other on a random day somewhere and ohh my angel's sake they fell in love and in sometime decided that wanted to build a home of their own . They made it with lots of emotions and decorated it with moments. In the process of making the boy brought safety and assurance while the girl brought lots of love and peace. and when the house was done building they claimed it their home . The home had lots of rooms in one room they locked away their thinking processes which were dangerously different and in one room they kept memories of the first meeting and their first conversation. In another room love resided, lots of love . I won't say all days were sweet like sugar somedays when the room of ideologies was unlocked they would fight and debate but how does it even matter, at the end they had each other to look at and smile.
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Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
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