The saddest part of living, is to be living without a dream.

Once we have no dreams to see, we have lost our soul identity.

For without any inner reasons to succeed,

Our souls lay slashed open, to just bleed.

Giving forth all of what we once held so dear.

Just human shells, of us, as our dreams just disappear.

Please, keep all of your dreams alive.

Allow your imaginations to strive.

My own dreams of living, loving, my Utopia here to find.

Lives vividly each new day, within every thought of my mind.

GOD has a plan for all of us to know and see.

In these plans, HE shall guide us to them, to live, and BE.





I PRAY all your dreams shall come true, for YOU to SEE!!!!!

And if SOME fail to become, at least YOU CHASED AFTER THEM TO BE.

And this life and all of its living, remains a life-long mystery.

boy Terry u sure know how to hit home here dont u? sent ur way

beautiful!

As from one beautiful thought, to one beautiful image.
Both live inside the other.... Thank you Dancer, for your taking your time to read this and reply.