They told you you were far too little
Too tiny to battle the giants in the world they built
They told you you were too young
The skin of your inexperience not yet hardened by age
They whispered “how naïve”
because you saw opportunities in half-empty glasses and
hope in dead suns twinkling in the dark of night
And then they told you you dreamt too much
when they were but living the reality of someone else’s
dreams
Your ears might hear them,
but never let your heart listen.
“All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake up in the day to find it was vanity, but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.” - T.E Lawrence
Heritage, Photo collaboration : Scenes de Rue
- Inner Voice
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