_forgotten daydreams_
"forgotten daydreams/
never go away/
they're the root/
of all desire"-
kevin gant, from "look and sense of claire"
http://mp3.com/kevingant
-
they say that man needs to create his challenges
where there are none
so that he might shape and refine his character
his quality of life
and the things he appreciates
so that he might progress and evolve
or better indulge in his sweetest, richest,
deepest desires
you are my challenge.
you are my mount everrest
coaxing me to reignite and once again to care about the damndest and most
blessed things
(namely: myself)
bringing soulbraille to my inside blind girl
dreamy as you tell me all about your dream girls
educate me step by step
in the purest strain of humility
how may i serve you, selfless
as you sing songs of sweet to me
and cleanse my sour
how may i bring those different kinds of dreams to you
knowing in my soul just
any old dream
will not ever just
do?
scary you are and lovely beyond words
wanting you or dreams of having you would be too easy.
too finite.
your flight path as a bird is at once stately and baby bird clumsy. i adore it.
i'll fly close behind, coasting downwind from
the strength
of your
courage
i'm
a swell one, but the damned wrong
breed
of
bird.
and
this is not about my
flying in the way of
natural selection
3 24 03
ji
"forgotten daydreams/
never go away/
they're the root/
of all desire"-
kevin gant, from "look and sense of claire"
http://mp3.com/kevingant
-
they say that man needs to create his challenges
where there are none
so that he might shape and refine his character
his quality of life
and the things he appreciates
so that he might progress and evolve
or better indulge in his sweetest, richest,
deepest desires
you are my challenge.
you are my mount everrest
coaxing me to reignite and once again to care about the damndest and most
blessed things
(namely: myself)
bringing soulbraille to my inside blind girl
dreamy as you tell me all about your dream girls
educate me step by step
in the purest strain of humility
how may i serve you, selfless
as you sing songs of sweet to me
and cleanse my sour
how may i bring those different kinds of dreams to you
knowing in my soul just
any old dream
will not ever just
do?
scary you are and lovely beyond words
wanting you or dreams of having you would be too easy.
too finite.
your flight path as a bird is at once stately and baby bird clumsy. i adore it.
i'll fly close behind, coasting downwind from
the strength
of your
courage
i'm
a swell one, but the damned wrong
breed
of
bird.
and
this is not about my
flying in the way of
natural selection
3 24 03
ji
i forgot my dreams
i told myself i would remember them
but of course the awakening began and i forgotted
As Shakespear once wrote, and I may be paraphrasing: "We are such stuff as dreams are made of." These days there's almost nothing that we can dream that we can't make a reality.