Hope is for the poor and the misguided,
for believers and dreamers,
for the emotional weak,
that I like to call strong.
for those who dare to question
so called reality,
clutching at straws
while being followers of stars,
admirers of rainbows
desciples of beauty and tenderness...
I'll always be the poor, misguided, emotional weak or so-called strong, believer in rainbows, questioner of reality, I'll be clutching at straws, while being a desciple of beauty and tenderness - and that is by choice... I WILL choose the ability to dream. Always.
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