Few are blessed with the gift of dreaming
The art of slipping in to that which is not yet, but may well be;
Dream! For that which cannot be imagined in one’s mind’s eye
Can never come to be through wisdoms sight.
Give your dreams the wind behind their wings
And let them lead you to places, your sane mind would normally shy
An idea conceived is the stuff that dreams are made of
So dream your dream, however far fetching it might seem
Give flight to your imagination
And let yourself soar high on the flight of dreams eye
Reach for the stars and the moon in the night sky
And ride on the confidence that dreams were not meant to die.
Follow your dreams, no matter if they seem to others unwise
It doesn’t matter their color or their size
What matters though is that you never cut them down to size
For the only thing that dampens dreams is compromise.
