DreamsI could ask someone who they admire
and they might say some math genius,
with pure intelligence and logic.
I like that.
But what I like more,
is if someone said an artist.
Someone who dreams and thinks and creates.
Falls asleep, and paints the swirling colors of their mind.
For this kind of dreamer, falling asleep is really waking up.
In dreams, reality has no place.
Inspiration blooms and thoughts grow.
Better than the real world.
The artists and dreamers are the ones that change this planet,
while at the same time lost in their own universe.
They make new things and ask new questions.
Paint new pictures and inspire new hope.
This is why the world keeps working.
An artist inspires another, and another.
The things we need are invented.
Friendships are made.
The kind of person I would make friends with is an admirer, or an artist.
They make me think, I help them create, and so on.
The dancing thoughts of the dreamers
The conversations of inspired people
The friendship of us all