Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that all was vanity; but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, and make it possible.
when we were dreamers
of tomorrow
when we carved our hearts
into the palms of our hands,
and our knees,
when we
were the frozen blueberry thieves
of summer,
the star catchers
and explorers of the night,
that’s when we knew
things would be better,
that’s when we knew
we could fly.