at one time we all had a dream or two. as time went by, they died, sometimes without us even noticing. they faded away, like smoke in the wind
with the benefit of all the experience, encounters, knowledge, widened horizon, hindsight, etc, as you look back now, some of those dreams weren't good dreams anyway
they died a premature death. but they were immature dreams in the first place
immature people dream immature dreams
so we're more mature now. and we still have dreams...new dreams. instead of just dreaming the dreams, we try to reach them, making them a reality, now that we're more in control of our life and have more tools and resources available
dreams may die. but dreamers, you better keep living...and dreaming
different dreams for different dreamers. my dream is where my heart is. and is your heart where your dream is?
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