Dreams - UF

It feels like I've entered an unknown place, full of moments plastered onto cement walls laid by the hands of old, moisturized by tears of new, raining on today's character as gloom consumes the visual this fragile body keeps beneath her eyelids...seeing what a dying dream embodies Lord, I no longer care to dream I no longer care to hear the loud cries of my failures or the crackling remnants of disbelief twisting my arm tighter and tighter, bullying hope, betting I'll give up. I no longer want to rest alongside the dumpster of narcoleptic fiends, searching for that first dream, that first scene that elevated their minds; my mind... got me all high, high into a place condoned by the heavens... A place of pleasance, where the Greatest pressed play...Debuting the greatness He'd planted within me before my life was placed on display for nine months...it was more than just a dream...but scenes, seen through His eyes, realigning mine to see me as He sees me. Lord, I no longer care to dream I want my dreams to breathe...to receive... The oxygen that will engage my diaphragm, Tightly grabbing hold of scenes and never letting go...never letting go... Breathe... Breathe...breathe until the motions create a space large enough to harness the revolutionary process of "life-ing" that unknown place...Until every vision is enriched, oxygen thick...where the sync becomes automatic, downloading into my Spirit the precepts of movement, moving meant towards purpose...His purpose, towards will...my will...to fulfill what drove me to the hills of a thousand cattle Lord, I no longer care to dream I want my dreams to breathe...