• I once knew a man,
    not so long ago.
    He had so many dreams for his future.
    But after a while af being laughed at and scorned,
    the man began to lose sight of that wich he held dear.

    He began to fade away.
    He was olonger at the front of the class,
    for his dreams of being successfull had gone.
    He no longer went to rallys for his dream of world peace had ended.
    HE no longer drew,or painted, in fact he did no art at all, for all his dreams had left him, the man had noting left to hold. I watched this with sadness and wonder.
    Of how he became this way, then it came to me that dreams are who we are.
    Without dreams we are empty.