In the complex molecules of our brain cells
All this ado about the anatomy and structure
There is something unseen
Something that scientist can’t measure
It lies within the piece of literature we read
It breathes through the beauty of the Amazons we visit
It doesn’t have a name
It is the dream that I secretly dream
Silently and alone
At night when it’s deadly quiet
When the shooting stars sparks and falls
A dream to become
An Artist
A Writer
A Traveller
A Journalist
A Dreamer
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 2:11 AM UTC
In the complex molecules of our brain cells
All this ado about the anatomy and structure
There is something unseen
Something that scientist can’t measure
It lies within the piece of literature we read
It breathes through the beauty of the Amazons we visit
It doesn’t have a name
It is the dream that I secretly dream
Silently and alone
At night when it’s deadly quiet
When the shooting stars sparks and falls
A dream to become
An Artist
A Writer
A Traveller
A Journalist
A Dreamer
