Your dreams, what you hope for and all that, it's not separate from your life. It grows right up out of it.
Your dreams, what you hope for and all that, it's not separate from your life. It grows right up out of it.
Oh, that river of wishes, the slippery crocodile dream of it, how it might have carried my body down through all the glittering sand bars to the sea.
Take one trip overland here and you'll know forever that a road in the jungle is a sweet, flat, impossible dream.
People's dreams are made out of what they do all day. The same way a dog that runs after rabbits will dream of rabbits. It's what you do that makes your soul, not the other way around.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories