What was your dream before you were

told to stop dreaming? 

Think back to your younger days when 

happiness wasn’t fined, and 

sadness wasn’t flushed down your throat

and sold to you as the adult dream like cookies 

from a 10 year old girl scout. 

What did you want to do before you were 

told to fit your dreams in a square cubicle 

and climb the rigorous coporate ladder?

Dreams give us life, 

without dreams we all may die.