to dream is to make reality
for are we not made up of dreams?
were we not one once ourselves?
I cannot turn my back on those,
the little pushes in the mind.
If I reject that,
I reject myself.
Love is a dream, it was once said.
can you tell me it is not real?
What if all we dreamed of,
all those random thoughts,
really were what made up the world?
we would be so powerful,
and never know it.
So you give up on dreams.
Me, I will live forever,
in my dreamed reality.