I have grown weary.
Waiting in anxiety,
My eyes have gotten teary.
But what is it that
Makes us believe in the things we do?
Often it strikes me.
And I wonder.
What is it that makes us think?
Think beyond what is. Or is not, entirely.
Sometimes...
Maybe it's because we want to.
Rather, need to.
Us, people, need this. This...
Perfect image.
Of a future that YET isn't.
It's our only motive.
It's our fuel.
We absolutely need. We lust and we lust,
Until the stronger ones get there.
So, I'd say, dream on.
It's the dreamers that get what they want out of life.
ASK
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