Dream Children

When the world is all so ho hum and they can’t think of any more to say
When we need to speak our minds but we really want to sing and play
We really ought to stomp and yell because otherwise wouldn’t it all just be so boring.

Get a life, man and woman
Rise above the stupid meaningless
of this petty world and shake off
the sleep dust that is pulling you
beneath the waves of tired plodding sorrow
that is this depressing world—
free yourself from everything.
And let loose your baby voice
until it is a shout loud enough
to be heard everywhere—
until you have nothing left to say.
That is the point, for you to realize
your very own mind and leave your
shining finger prints all over the history
book that is not a textbook but a dream that is real.
Let the world understand what you’re.
Unthinkable hope is my connotation,
and whoever heard of something real
that didn’t die or go out of fashion?
You are the only thing that will never die,
because you are simply put
thought soul mind poetry inspiration. who can kill
what is kept in a safe place beyond our bounds of time. It
is a mystery that will never be solved by the undreamers.
We are the dream children with a
voice bigger than creation and
we will never die.