But i am stuck at this street

Poem

Had a dream to cross the farland
But haven't left this street
Another year gone by,
Friends And people i knew flew away
But
I am stuck on this street

I have a dream
Someday i will left this street
will travel the world
May be then i will miss this street
i will miss the sense of you
Someday when i will travel the world
May be i will miss the memory of you

But for now,

I am stuck at this street

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