I dream.
I dream of a place far away,
With sand between my toes,
The sound of waves in my ears.
I dream.
Of the highest room in the tallest tower,
I always wanted to be a Dragon Rider.
I dream.
Between Business lunches and Timeline crunches,
Of a place with second breakfast and Elves.
I dream.
Of a place where love will not break your heart but dismiss your fears.
And life plays a soundtrack in your head.
I dream.
I write.
Of Desiderata.
Of Desired things.


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