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Not really Doctor Who, but it could be about the Doctor.
Why must we try to be perfect
When we know it’s worthless to try
Why must we strive for perfection
When we know it’s worthless to strive
I’d rather be a dreamer
Free to think what I want
I’d rather be a wanderer
Free to roam where I want
Some might think that I’m crazy
And others just think that I am lost
Yet still others know I’m a Dreamer
A Dreamer of improbable things
Thing that tend to defy
They defy what we think of as true
They defy what we think of as right
Still others will wonder why
Why don’t I try to be perfect
Why do I not strive
But the truth is I do
I try and strive every day
But I don’t let it consume me
Or make me who I am not
For I am the Dreamer
of improbable things
And I am the wanderer
of all of the land
And I am the person who will do the most
And I am the one who will effect the most
And I am the one who will feel the most
Not for myself but for all the rest
The ones who will never dream
The ones who will always stay in one place
And most of all the ones who are consumed
Consumed by all of the trying and striving that they will never reach
Consumed by the goal of perfection that I know is too high.
For I am the Dreamer
of improbable things
For I am the Wanderer
of all of the land
Yes I try for perfection
Yes I strive for it too
But I’ll never let it consume me
no matter what I do
For I know once it has it’s grasp it will never let go
I know I will be stuck forever reaching for what I can’t have
For truly I have everything I’ll ever need
Right inside my mind
For Imagination is the key
Of a happy life.
So what did you think. Warning my writing is generaly much more depressing.
Why must we try to be perfect
When we know it’s worthless to try
Why must we strive for perfection
When we know it’s worthless to strive
I’d rather be a dreamer
Free to think what I want
I’d rather be a wanderer
Free to roam where I want
Some might think that I’m crazy
And others just think that I am lost
Yet still others know I’m a Dreamer
A Dreamer of improbable things
Thing that tend to defy
They defy what we think of as true
They defy what we think of as right
Still others will wonder why
Why don’t I try to be perfect
Why do I not strive
But the truth is I do
I try and strive every day
But I don’t let it consume me
Or make me who I am not
For I am the Dreamer
of improbable things
And I am the wanderer
of all of the land
And I am the person who will do the most
And I am the one who will effect the most
And I am the one who will feel the most
Not for myself but for all the rest
The ones who will never dream
The ones who will always stay in one place
And most of all the ones who are consumed
Consumed by all of the trying and striving that they will never reach
Consumed by the goal of perfection that I know is too high.
For I am the Dreamer
of improbable things
For I am the Wanderer
of all of the land
Yes I try for perfection
Yes I strive for it too
But I’ll never let it consume me
no matter what I do
For I know once it has it’s grasp it will never let go
I know I will be stuck forever reaching for what I can’t have
For truly I have everything I’ll ever need
Right inside my mind
For Imagination is the key
Of a happy life.
So what did you think. Warning my writing is generaly much more depressing.
