With a dollar and a dream.
Holes in pockets
And bright eyes with good intentions
Laid sturdy in their sockets
Left the coop with no expectations
looking for adventure
Looking for a good story to tell
And I'd venture
To say I was alive
But something happened that night
I woke up with a dollar and a dream
Slept on the street with a spent dream and lost currency
There are no Happy endings in reality.
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