Induced by bubbles, laid to rest in a matter of minutes.
I dream with both eyes open.
Strange tales of the present I see,
mixed with futuristic tales of apathy.
Too many things pass by unoticed.
Too many things go by without dreams.
We dream too much of grander deeds,
and in the process forget the small things.
Who told us not to sweat the small stuff?
What was the importance? What an obscure message...
...yet how important.
Why are people considered "insignificant"?
Why are people overlooked for ideas of grandeure pertaining to
"fame" or "glory"?
We could laugh at it, if we dare.
And we would be right to do so.
A challenge issued forth; step up and challenge your own worst enemy...
...yourself.
1 comment:
Isn't it interesting how these ideas come upon us in the space between dreaming and awake? Bravo :) I shall try to follow your advice.
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