The person inside my head; His dreams, aspirations. His plans, ambitions. His wants and desire. His perceptions, belief. His abilities, confidence. Does it ever change? The harsh reality; Impacting daily. Battering constantly; Like the ocean waves. Shaking foundations; Akin to ravages of an earthquake. Pragmatism, Wears off the sheen, Of the person inside the head; Like a chisel chipping away At a stone. Finally, with time, The person breaks. Broken bits abound, Only a shade of the original.
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