A dream once born,
Like a summer breeze that flew upon.
A crazy idea,
Mad about it, are ya?
The days pass by,
And those nights that stay dry,
A dream still alive.
A thought, dismissed by some,
But a feeling, an addiction for one.
They said \"Stop it! focus on something useful\",
I said \"Why? Why stop when I can make something so beautiful?\"
A mysterious stare,
When said they couldn\'t bare,
But the dream... a charming glare.