Who doesn’t dream?

It’s like asking if someone’s living

With the snow falling, I can’t believe it

I dream for the world

John Lennon dreamed and so did Martin Luther King Jr.

They were dreamers

Without darkness we couldn’t live

Mindless monsters lurking in the murky meadows

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Slithering snakes scissoring with their scythes

Baby girls broken from the intense breakers

Yet the light, although consumed by darkness, lives

Ginger smelling gingerbread grateful of their newfound greatness

Santa sees silly children sipping hot chocolate

The wolf wears it wooly fur coat with love for its young children

We all dream and like most things, some are better

But you can still see the future from the fumes

For we all are different

And we dream different

Dreamer notice the difference and different of this begotten world

I am a dreamer

Dream too