Tailors of dreams aren't born but made,
not hiding behind masks, walls, or facades
They know that the seams of dreams can't be sewn on their own
They weave their veins on their sleeves
The world they know are made of threads and weaves
So, they set and took the thread and paired it with a needle
Pulling all-nighters, they are writers
We are tailors of our own aspirations, as we reach beyond the stars
After all, if we can send satellites to the infinities of space
and leave a blazing trail that can be a path to trace
then why can't we, us masterminds of dreams, us tailors and weavers of our aspirations
do the same?
YOU ARE READING
The Best is Created; Not Found
PoetryA collection of inspiring poetry (or at least I hope). I am new to the community and I hope that you enjoy my work! Will continue to stories later. ~_~
