It ain't much of dream.
Isn't it?
I dint ask
for any promises of
Cinderlla or Snow white,
did I?
Anything of grandeur
or magical as such.
It aint fair
you deny me
even that.
Even when
I dint ask for much.
But ,now,
all of that shall change.
Its been a long wait.
And
I will have it all.
No breath shall
leave me , until
you piece it all
together.
And I am not giving up
till you get off
your high horses.
Until I have driven you
up the stone wall.
Then you will
see, I shall have it all.
What I asked for
and
what I dint,
Now or before.
Nothing less .
Nothing More.
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