Who doesn’t dream?

  It’s like asking if someone’s living

  With the snow falling, I can’t believe it

  I dream for the world

  John Lennon dreamed and so did Martin Luther King Jr.

  They were dreamers

  Without darkness we couldn’t live

  Mindless monsters lurking in the murky meadows

  A case of literary theft: this tale is not rightfully on Amazon; if you see it, report the violation.

  Slithering snakes scissoring with their scythes

  Baby girls broken from the intense breakers

  Yet the light, although consumed by darkness, lives

  Ginger smelling gingerbread grateful of their newfound greatness

  Santa sees silly children sipping hot chocolate

  The wolf wears it wooly fur coat with love for its young children

  We all dream and like most things, some are better

  But you can still see the future from the fumes

  For we all are different

  And we dream different

  Dreamer notice the difference and different of this begotten world

  I am a dreamer

  Dream too