For those that prevail
For those that always see the light
Dreams are a tiny tale
In the endless library of life.
It's not the holes
That are deeper
It's the lights
That are brigther
Oh, for once
Time ago
I dreamed of blue
Of white
Of green
Of colors
But
Incomplete
I never imagined
The rainbow
The sun
The stars
The universe
For those of us
With light beating hearts
Dreaming is
A modest underestimation of what's to come.
Dreaming is
A moderate sneak peek in the clouds beyond our eyes.