A dream once born.

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.