There are no answers to questions
Questions do not get questioned and curiosity is tamed by the adventure that awaits.
Held back by the limitations drawn and defined by only you.
The limits are limitless.
A place that cannot be defined.
A wasteland of imagination.
It is a portal from reality to what could be.
A dream is the portal to what a future can hold from the seedlings of hope.
A hope that stays even if it can no longer be reached.
We dream and dream so we can hope.
It just takes 1 night
1 dream,
a glimmer of a glimpse full of delusions.
An altitude of imagination with the landing unexplored (or undiscovered)
and the seas uncharted to rescue a drawing hope.
So deeply sunk by waves of more realistic goals.
To save the last hope one can hold.  
A place where one may find themselves free of others damnation.
We can take risks without the fear a failure
and we can jump without worrying about falling
For if we fall from the edge of the earth
the landing will never arrive
for then one awakes.
Leaving a gift of dreaming potential and hope.