Sitting by the window, taking in what you can see, watching the raindrops as they flee, your heart swells as you realize, dreams aren’t free.
The breath stays inside you, as you wonder what it costs to dream for eternity. What is the price as we sit here and think, chasing the dreams that beg to stay with me?
Sometimes dreams seem closer in my life than all the real things that touch my mind. Dreams seem to laugh and play, encouraging all that I find.
Dew drops turned to gold, voices of tales long told, Food neglected, friends rejected, my dreams weave me down an objected path
To all that has been overlooked in the past. People wag their heads and say, “Someday, someday, this girl will wake up and see that the sun doesn’t shine all day.”
That day has already come, some have been with me when that day had thrown all my wildest dreams back in face, daring me to smile in spite of its ways.
And so, some people say that I’m a romantic, others declare I’m a realist, while some snicker and charge me as a cynic.
Ah, can’t they see? I am simply a disappointed dreamer, straddling the brink between reality and everything I dream.
They say that the world isn’t how it seems, no one can change it to their impossible dreams. They say I’m insane, simply because I don’t want it to stay the same.
Shh, don’t rebuke a dreamer’s rights. Shh, don’t yell at a doer’s tries. Yes, the leaders have to stay tight, but that doesn’t mean you have the right
To bash down our doors and yell in our face, to share our dreams and laugh at our disgrace, to wag your head as you scream and say
“Dreamers will never be worth their weight. Artist can no longer be the ones to save the crumpling earth, those tearing apart, or those who hide their pain in their hearts.”
I tend to disagree, for you see, dreamers see beyond the veil that realism has discovered and vowed to keep there. We can see tragedies without seeming in overwhelming degrees
That broken hearts are beautiful, that people torn apart have the chance to be whole again, that those who vow to never see, are stuck like that for eternity.
Dreamers won’t push you on your knees, we’ll simple smile when we see a kindred spirit wandering around, wondering if they’re as wacky as they sound.
Listen, lost dreamer, your soul is worth keeping. Listen, lost artist, don’t give up what you’re seeing. The world might reject your wonderful work
But there’s always people like you in the world, people who will find you if you don’t hide your soul.
Bare your soul, don’t give it up. Smile, and take rejection with one look.
Because, artist, dreamer, friend, you’ll be grateful in the end, when you realize that the world doesn’t have the last say,
And without dreaming, there wouldn’t be a way
For you and I to be here today.
P.S. I thought of a fun thing to do. XD I’m renaming my website Amie Anne, and I’ll be redoing the design as well. So here’s the link to the form to sign up. I would love it if you did join the party.