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Set sail
Even when
The seas are alight.
Ride into the
Eye of the storm
In cowboy boots
And a top hat.
When trees walk
And mountain peaks
Begin to speak,
Tower over them
As though looking down
Upon the clouds.
Unfurl your dreams
Without a care,
Tie them around your
Waist,
Never let go,
Chase them like lost kites.
At some point,
After being chased for so long,
Dreams either run out of breath
Or someone somewhere thinks
Us worthy of them,
Hands them to us,
Chase the dream.
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