He often ponders how he became the Dreamer, for so many around him do not dream at all
Without dreams everything seems a little gray, a morbid landscape of etched reality
He would pray for those ones, who didn't dream, that their waking memories are filled with hope
He knows not who they are, Not that it matters much to him
All substance in life is mirrored in the reflections of a dream
One without hope is clouded without light
Groping around in yonder darkness looking for their song
Though the dreams he has are not always fruited, He believes in them, each one the same
For without them, he would not exist, Would have perished long ago in his squalid former existence
It was the dreams that kept him alive back then, They kept his heart together, beating all the same
He knows now that dreaming is just part of his life course, More is required still
To inspire those without dreams, that they may find their song, to give them dreams to keep
This is but an endless task, Yet one he chose to take-----ED
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