Chapter II - The Dream

People talk.

You can never know

how many dreams

are spelled out

into the day,

at the hands

of many who

only want to dream.

Sometimes your daydreams

make sense to you

than people's words ever will.

thorns,

driven into the sides

of those who find

a way to look at life

differently.

those who dare have

the audacity to make

life beautiful.

those who try to make

life more tolerable.

those who shed tears

to see others happy.

those who give,

endlessly,

to see a smile.

...

these are the people

that suffer the most.

life's greatest irony,

perhaps.

to treat poorly

those who live

with joy in their hearts.

one day,

it'll all make sense.

even when the world

around you

is dark and grim,

even when your fate

seems to hang at the

edge of a rope...

learn to trust

new beginnings,

new tides of hope...

learn that not all waves

that come down crashing

wish to drown you,

that not all darkness

is meant to misguide you.

when nothing makes sense,

you'll wake up and see

that it's the only way

to sprout a seed...

lost in the soil,

searching for the sun..

until the roots realize

their purpose is to run deep,

far, deep down,

where no eye can see...

People may never know your name.

That's not what matters.

You dream of greatness,

so be it:

aspire to achieve.

but let not the mouths

of those who cannot dream

recite your destiny.

Your dreams guide you,

in many more ways

than one.

Many kind hearts

watch upon yours,

many watch for your falls

to bring you back into springs...

Bloom,

continuously.

Endlessly.

Fruitfully.

Find your way.

Pave your steps.

Your dreams

will,

one day,

make sense.

Find your truth.

Follow the little

white butterflies

that roam your mind,

and you shall be free..

their wings will

never fail you.