Are dreams what we strive for each and every night?
Are these ideas what make us wait? What give us our hope?
Or are they things that cause us to lose sight
Or forget how to funcion. Is this just how we cope?
Without them, what are we? Are we anything at all?
Without them, do we fall? Do we cease to exist?
I'd like to know if dreams are worth it, no matter how small.
I'd like to know if we need them. They're something I've missed.
Do you ever wonder, if you hadn't made that choice,
Do you think you'd be here? Or somewhere over there?
Would the woman you love have ever heard your voice?
Would the words you say now mean anything to that pair?
How many branches of life do we close off to ourselves,
How many opportunities do we miss and not see?
By making a choice, we put all those on shelves,
But this is what makes us all so free.
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