I spy with my little eye something wonderful. The power of the tongue. The power of a dream. Why don't we dream anymore, we are just here bottling all are ideals into this column called the Internet. A painting pallet stays empty to noted looks of, what emptiness. No more let us dream again. I spy dreams, dreams that give love and peace and hope. So with my mouth I speak out dreams and with my actions I live out dreams... So Dream!
