I am faithful.
I gave half of my energy to my dreams,
and it was not enough, so I gave it all.
It was the dream of undying,
of golden leaves in my name,
of a seat in the Master's house,
in purple robes with golden threads,
and blushing pears for everyone.
Tomorrow, I will eat potato chips,
walk three miles with you at sunset,
and sleep like the dead,
but in my mind,
I will be driving the Deacon's Rolls
down to North Carolina.
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