as soon as my soul was little, my eyes
wide, my heart aching for a dream
come true, these fantasies on a stage
sucked me in to a wonderful place. each
time as the lights would dim and the
curtains began to sing, my mind drifted
in thoughts so wild and places so
unimaginable. the dreams painted on
the stage knitted and weaved
themselves in my head. oh these
dreams are beautiful. and now i think
they're dead. instead, i'm making
them.
