. Alpha. (The Begginning) (And) (neutral)
The Dream
3.
To all those that look down on dreamers:
a.
Yes, dreamers live in a different world than you.
b.
Yes, they seem to deny the obvious.
c.
No, they don't do much to advance your world
d.
But a dream is just as real to the dreamer,
as the real is to the realist,
the the exact is to the exactist,
and ideal is to the idealist.
2.
To all realists: Find faith IN YOURSELF!
To all exactists: It's just a dream, Have fun with it!
To all idealists: Make your dream a reality!
1.
To all dreamers:
Insure that stillness does not become stagnation.
Never let your dreams die!
Nurture the dreams of others
To all:
Share a dream with a dreamer
By building dreams together
The dream becomes stronger
It may inspire them.
It may inspire you.
Ohm.Ohm.Ohm.
My dream:
I was in a spacecraft it gave me sensation of the world around me.
My body was dormant I could no longer feel it.
The colors on my skin reflected to those spacecraft around me, and we danced according to the colors.
The shifting paterns, the joyus movement.
Our dance became a fountian.
A living artwork.
Our colors inspired a utopia.
(Damn we can dance!)
-ThE SaCrEd Writings.
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What are your fondest dreams?
The Dream
3.
To all those that look down on dreamers:
a.
Yes, dreamers live in a different world than you.
b.
Yes, they seem to deny the obvious.
c.
No, they don't do much to advance your world
d.
But a dream is just as real to the dreamer,
as the real is to the realist,
the the exact is to the exactist,
and ideal is to the idealist.
2.
To all realists: Find faith IN YOURSELF!
To all exactists: It's just a dream, Have fun with it!
To all idealists: Make your dream a reality!
1.
To all dreamers:
Insure that stillness does not become stagnation.
Never let your dreams die!
Nurture the dreams of others
To all:
Share a dream with a dreamer
By building dreams together
The dream becomes stronger
It may inspire them.
It may inspire you.
Ohm.Ohm.Ohm.
My dream:
I was in a spacecraft it gave me sensation of the world around me.
My body was dormant I could no longer feel it.
The colors on my skin reflected to those spacecraft around me, and we danced according to the colors.
The shifting paterns, the joyus movement.
Our dance became a fountian.
A living artwork.
Our colors inspired a utopia.
(Damn we can dance!)
-ThE SaCrEd Writings.
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What are your fondest dreams?
I asked to come
To bring me down
A wasted day
To waste away