To dream is to fly high like a bird.
It is the possibility of great things happening to oneself.
The sky is the limit and all the hope
Of the best is yours for free.
Dreaming is believing
The infinite becomes finite.
You can be anything, do anything
Anytime, anyplace. Like the ocean it can go
Deep and unfathomable.
The dreams become reality,
Once we accept that we have to
Work for it.
So lets not let go of our dreams
Let it lay besides us and look
At the mysteries of life.
Dream away...dear soul.
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 3:54 AM UTC
To dream is to fly high like a bird.
It is the possibility of great things happening to oneself.
The sky is the limit and all the hope
Of the best is yours for free.
Dreaming is believing
The infinite becomes finite.
You can be anything, do anything
Anytime, anyplace. Like the ocean it can go
Deep and unfathomable.
The dreams become reality,
Once we accept that we have to
Work for it.
So lets not let go of our dreams
Let it lay besides us and look
At the mysteries of life.
Dream away...dear soul.
