A dream is but a dream
What you wish for
But wishing for a fire
or love or wealth
Means little unless
You have the keys to the kingdom
Or the willingness
To visit the local locksmith
Now together let us march unto the shores
Of unknown countries and self-discoveries
Bound in the chains of our own creations
We will tame these new worlds
Through determination of spirit
While others never take the journey
Never swim for the distant lands
They wonder why and leave it there
To float upon the ocean evermore
Though our questions lead to answers
that we curse for ever hearing
Our spirit becomes composed of such things
that certainty is made of.
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