Who sells us these dreams?
Who tells us what to dream?
Who kill our dreams?
Who makes our dreams come true?
Could it be our dreams fall short of the greatness waiting for us?
Could it be that our dreams are shortsighted, too small, lacking real power?
Could it be that dreams don’t come in bottles or packages or with bows on top?
Could it be we settle for stuff and places and paychecks and status and destinations when the fulfillment of every dream is a relationship?
A relationship with the Dream Maker.
A relationship left unexplored if we believe “we are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams“.
Life is better together,