A Dream

Just like Martin Luther King we all have one. Variation, insight, shape. It differs. We strive sometimes to fullfill them yet sometimes we let them be, just dreams. Are they beautiful because they are what they are? Or do they become an ugly truth as they touch the stroke of reality?

Dreams, sometimes they are what they are but sometime not as they seem.
Dreams, so attached together so we call them teams.
Dreams, different sizes and different themes.
Dreams, sometimes very small to very extreem.
Dreams, In all silence to that neverending scream.
Dreams, a surpressed reality or a fictionary sceen.
Dreams, from the sound of the steam to the taste of the caffeine.
Dreams, long to the sides of vividness or somwhat between.
Dreams, From the elderly to the dreamfull teens.
Dreams, Biological or as machines.
Dreams, held back or very obscene.
Dreams, a sight in our mind or even unseen.

Dreams. Beautiful and bittersweet. We tend to forget that even though we are dreamers.. to others WE also can be that dream.
As dreams come in many forms. Daydream, at sleep, visions.. ideas.
They give us what we give back. A dream is as much reality as we let it be.
I am as much as a reality as I am a dream. Nothing is for certain.. except… to always follow your dreams.

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  1. ” I am as much as a reality as I am a dream ” <br />” Dreams, from the sound of the steam to the taste of the caffeine.” <br />If you believe you can achieve!

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