All be able to live our lives the way our dreams tell us too
like whispers for children.
Maybe we'll fly.
or travel to countries where music is language
and rice is religion
and Peace, our pastel.
Maybe there's more.
But maybe its right in front of you.
the light in your eyes when you're driving to work.
The monotone hum of the radiator.
Maybe that's it.
Perspective is everything.
The way you brush your hair
or dot your i's.
the choices you make.
It's a matter of life and living.
We're all going to the same place
in the end
we are all alone
and all as one.