Dreams come, and they go.
They flitter, they flow.
Flying in the sky,
Wave your day goodbye.
It doesn't matter if it's light.
It doesn't matter if it's night.
It doesn't matter if you sleep.
Still your dreams will keep,
Your mind soaring through the air,
Day pass by, without a care.
Keep your dreams and make them true,
If they fade, then make them new.
Once your dreams are all gone,
That's when a new dream has begun.
I've dared to dream many dreams and now I make changes to take them from dream to reality and yet, still I dream. I love to dream. Do you still dream? Are you living your dream, or have they flown by?
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