Wishing for the Unforeseen

Wishing for Dreams

If worlds were here and then more were across way,  then how can't we see them clear and defined.

If we believed in fairies floating in the sky, with dresses like honey, shimmering through their life, would I need a reason why?

If trapped ideas escaped their canvases and bound chains, with there personality exploding with all the new ones had;  when would all of the others approach?

If beings beyond were able to come clearly would they? What would they do to make the simple human mind understand?

If the smoke and mirrors of illusions was realized, with its dazzling waves of mystery, who would abuse it and why can't it be reachable?

Fact is often separated from fiction. It is often seen as images that are just there to comfort those who are lost. Those who are capable of little.  Most often times of the ones who dream are ones who are ignored. They always dream because there is no other way. Dreams are, however, desperate wishes.

The sky above is filled with hope and travel to new places. The ground below is filled with open waters of submarines that could go anywhere.

Turning a direction would take you to any place no one would understand but you. Once there you change fate.

Going through a regular object would take you to talking plants and dancing animals with fabulous fun.

A decorative touch would be all that's needed in the world in order to make it true

Reality and dreams are often separated such into an existence that could never be. Dreams are the ideas that start a revolution no matter where they come from. The only way to prove to them that dreams are possible is to work hard enough to make them a reality. "Wishing for Dreams," is working hard enough to get the imagined craziness something not crazy. Wishing for dreams is making something real.