Dream
Maybe it's good not to know certain things
It keeps the mysteries more willing to believe
Why happiness stings
Or why there are locks and keys
And, not knowing how to reach dreams
It isn't as bad as it seems
Think of how plain it would be
To live knowing everything
Why else do we crave excitement..
Why we love surprises..
Because it's good not to know everything
It's good to not know right off how to sing
The action you take becomes the dream
The action you make say all those things
Who you are
Who you want to be
Those are your thoughts
Your dreams
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