... who am I to disagree?
Dreams fly high. It is these dreams that are the manifestation of what our heart yearns for with its every beat. These are our private dreams so fiercely personal to us that we protect more often than not from the world outside our own selves.Society shackles our minds and bodies with innumerable chains. Dreams know no bondage.
Dreams fly high.
Sweet dreams are made of these: blue blue skies flecked with soft tufts of white clouds, gentle winter sunshine, wind caressing cascading black locks of hair, a crisp white shirt, a silky turquoise and sunshine yellow Parisian scarf flying in the cool breeze, green green grass which smells like nature, a clear straight smooth road with no signals, a golden orange sunset speckled with red rays, a red convertible with the hood down, the guts to dream, freedom to just be one's true self, to eat what strikes one's fancy and not worry about calories, love; the innocence to love without the fear of getting hurt, creating another human being and feeling part of the circle of life, swimming in the deep azure ocean, being content with life, being happy.
Dreams, you haunt me so. I lock you inside my heart and destroy the key. Dreams, why do you not let me be free? Dreams, let me not pine for things I cannot have. Dreams, you are my hopes which are not caged and can fly free.
Dreams, fly high, for me.
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