she likes to dream big dreams she gets excited about it all greener grass, driving down curvy roads laying on the sand, watching the clouds drift she dreams of skating, dancing on ice smooth like wind gracing the tips of an ocean she dances and dreams inspiring all whom she greets create, create, create she whispers in every ear she finds But do they believe her? Do they see that she believes in them, in her, in it all? Does it all have to be absolute reality? Can't some of it exist in the wind? She dreams words flying freely across the page entertaining, inspiring, evoking Isn't it real, if it's in her dream? Isn't it going to happen, if she believes it will? All dream, no action she hears over and over again. standing at the edge of a cliff, she yells till it echoes: dreaming it, is the first step thoughts do create it is my reality not yours, not yours!