Dreamers dream
A blank canvas
And paint it with words.
A picture created
With the tools of the mind -
Images drawn in faulty lines.
A small creation,
Only part of A Mind
Whom none fully comprehend.
Yet the dreamer
Dreams all barriers away,
And mortal man dances with the divine.
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Well the title is what you might call "cliché" but it can't be helped at the moment. My brain doesn't get that creative when I have strep throat.