I look into your eyes and I see a person whose dreams they’ve let go of given up on dead eyes oh why didn’t you stay a dreamer? you let your soaring soul plummet now a rock in the deepest depths of yourself dragging... you don’t need more sleep you aren’t sick you’re not tired because of over work you carry the weight of dead dreams and could have beens with you! and always will lag behind loose that smile wake up with no reason to you’ve stopped dreaming you’ll age faster die sooner although you are already gone not even a spark to warm your heart I pray for you find inspiration! look into the eyes of a child finally see the beauty of God’s creations! Don’t be the coward who saw his dreams high above himself and said “I’m afraid of heights” who saw broken glass on the ground and bent down because going down was so much easier than up to the gems going with gravity rather than defying it! who said “I can be happy with less” And if you are if you have those dead eyes that weighted soul those pitiful glass imitations of dreams I’ll dream for you, and maybe my dreams will soar soar so high that they find the remnants of what is left of your old dreams and bring them back down to you so that you can do what we all need to do Dream |