Things change. A friend become a stranger and a stranger become a friend. Hope and dreams remain as it is. Fate win, a plan lose. The future are uncertain that while driving in a straight course, we went to the wrong side of the road and end up taking a different path. But is it really a wrong-side? Or it is just another fate? The dreams we used to have during school days had become dull as we leave the wooden desk and plastic chair behind. The long table in lecture hall, the ups and downs and the broken heart covered those dreams and we learn to dream new to fit with 'the-we' now.
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In the end, you become a someone from the past. The straight course I didn't take, the covered-dream.
And what lies ahead, whether a crossroad lead back to the straight course, or another junction to a different path. The old dreams or the new. Well, that will be another chapter.
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