What is it to dream, to sing, to smile, to laugh,
What is to dance, to shine, to fantasize, to cry.
Every single action, contains a million thoughts,
Every single fantasy a million more,
What is time if not to dream away,
What is life if not to never settle for second best.
All my dreams are whispers to the universe,
Being sent out with the hopes of achieving them.
My thoughts but strings of words thrown carefully in to the wind,
My ideas soft caresses upon my fate.
So what is to dream, to sing, to smile and to laugh,
Well its everything of course, essence of life,
Every second a gift and I shall not give a single one back.