Trust me, all our dreams are breaking out
What nature of being are we that even our dreams can be compromised?
Maybe we are less than our dreams, but that less would make us more than some gods would dream of.
We are all eccentrics in our dreams. Lunatics, even.
Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?
Why follow the steps of another to find out where our dreams will lead us.
God, that checkroom of our dreams.
In our dreams we are always young.
All our dreams begin in youth.
He who robs us of our dreams robs us of our life.
Our dreams are a second life.
Oh, must we dream our dreams and have them, too?
We grow by our dreams.
It is our dreams that energize us more than our abilities.
We are here to learn and to make our dreams realized.
Until we are free to think for ourselves, our dreams are not free to unfold.
We dream our dreams away.
We all have our dreams.
Our dreams make us large.
No one can steal our dream.
