So Dream!

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!