without pretension. 

with a sweet chill down my spine... 



for a time the clouds lift, and what i have resigned to thinking barren 

does bear fruit. 



if i am to die - if i must die, 

i must inspire while i live, 

alongside the dreamers. 



let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams 



i surrender all. all i have to give: 



those who have survived lifes thorns 

and provided escape. 

to those, whose creations live forever. 

to those that wrote the words, 

though my knees become weak, 

i will cause my foot another step. 

to carry the task. 

and to those that understood 



there is a need for faith 

and a need for hope 



let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams 



as with the brightest and the wisest, 

i know the need of faith, hope, and dreams. 



i burn for vision and inspiration, for this is life. 



if perchance i am dreaming, 

please, let me sleep. 



to spend my time in great atlantis, 

in search of camelot. 

i drink from the grail, and war with the immortals, 

rather than sulk in the ruins of a fallen sky castle. 



amidst the remnants of once 

mighty colossus, 

comes this call: 

where are the builders? 



i clearly see the slayers, and the hope they destroy. 

i clearly see the thieves, and the wonders they deprive the inspired. 



where are the builders? 



if i am to die - if i must die, 

i must inspire while i live, 

alongside the dreamers.