You can'tstop dreamingjust becausethe night neverseems toend.

Though the mature dreamer seems to whisper to himself repetitively of pursuing a dream that appears to be out of his league, in all actuality, these repetitive sweet nothings, whispered to the universe, will materialize into the jackhammer that will eventually penetrate the concrete reality of the earth and give birth to new worlds.

You'd corner me in your conformity but even in dormancy i'm sleeping with enormity, stretching the belly of the earth & everything i was born to be.

Wise is the one who flavors the future with some salt from the past. Becoming dust is no threat to the phoenix born from the ash.

Your fate is never determined when your massive imagination is.