Growing Up…
or not.
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Dreamers dream,
Dreamers remember,
life begins, gets lost —
and begins again.
Babies dream,
Dreamers remember,
experience touch, breath
with all of its majesty.
Kids tumble and fall —
learn to hide dreams,
try hard to please.
They look to the dreamers.
They know dreamers remember.
Teens challenge,
try to dream —
They reach into the dreamers
to find their own way.
They struggle a bit,
then relish the day.
They know dreamers remember.
Adults conform, lost searching for dreams
the days of their birth,
back to ancestral wisdom.
They struggle much
and question their dreams.
They forgot that dreamers remember.
Dreamers remember.
Age reverts us back to a time
where we knew and loved
that Man in the Moon.
I wish you a remembrance.
Dreamers remember.
I wish you peace, love, and all that hippie shit. ( It is good to have an edge)
If you choose to you may — Buy me a coffee?
