We can grow to the extent of our dreams.
Anything outside of this realm seems unreal, unME!
There's a reason we're told to dream big, reach for the stars.
Tonight, there's a song called DREAM that refuses to leave my playlisted head.
It reminds me of this poem I made up in the eight grade. Five years after it was written, two lines got published in the school magazine.
Anything outside of this realm seems unreal, unME!
There's a reason we're told to dream big, reach for the stars.
Tonight, there's a song called DREAM that refuses to leave my playlisted head.
It reminds me of this poem I made up in the eight grade. Five years after it was written, two lines got published in the school magazine.
Dream of the world the way you see it
Make the world the way you dream it
And year before last it was mutilated and added as a quote to the month of April in a corporate calendar. Since then I have given up on a list of dreams. I have cut and proportioned myself to look like the person I thought I should be. On the way, giving up many of the pleasures of dreaming. I once thought of becoming a beautician so that I could punish little girls with horrendous haircuts similar to the ones I was forced to have during my preteens.Make the world the way you dream it
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
It seems only the young are allowed such dreams. Such altering states of imagined achievement in our little heads. Now they're labeled fantasies, analyzed my men called Sigmond and discarded as minor infractions in normal thought process. As an adult,I'm not allowed to envision long lustfully gorgeous hair swaying in the breeze as I, the trapeze artist, sway from one silk ladder to the next. Sigh!
I was a little girl alone in my little world who dreamed of a little home for me.
I played pretend between the trees, and fed my houseguests bark and leaves, and laughed in my pretty bed of green.
I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest swing.
I had a dream.
Long walks in the dark through woods grown behind the park, I asked God who I'm supposed to be.
The stars smiled down on me, God answered in silent reverie. I said a prayer and fell asleep.
I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest tree.
I had a dream.
Now I'm old and feeling grey. I don't know what's left to say about this life I'm willing to leave.
I lived it full and I lived it well, there's many tales I've lived to tell. I'm ready now, I'm ready now, I'm ready now to fly from the highest wing.
I had a dream
I played pretend between the trees, and fed my houseguests bark and leaves, and laughed in my pretty bed of green.
I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest swing.
I had a dream.
Long walks in the dark through woods grown behind the park, I asked God who I'm supposed to be.
The stars smiled down on me, God answered in silent reverie. I said a prayer and fell asleep.
I had a dream
That I could fly from the highest tree.
I had a dream.
Now I'm old and feeling grey. I don't know what's left to say about this life I'm willing to leave.
I lived it full and I lived it well, there's many tales I've lived to tell. I'm ready now, I'm ready now, I'm ready now to fly from the highest wing.
I had a dream
THANK YOU PRESCILLA AHN :) I shall be humming this tune for days to come.
