Opportunity.

What is it about the Day that ends
And what is it about the day that ever bends
And what if the most basic, or simplistic
things, didn't quite separate these things.
And what if the things that Did, they remained
mainly up to you, What would this mean, about
or for your direction, to Make your entire Dreams come true.
Is there really an infinite thing? In this land of sea and sands
and Space? Is there a place, in your heart even - where you can
jump and find your soul in it's largest Trace. In ways, we know,
this thing has to be true. yet we haven't Quite decided its a thing
that's meant for me and You. Are we dignified enough, to believe
In these kinds of Dreams? In the nature, in the land and midst
around us, even pleading for these things, because if it was and
we waited too Long, it be the saddest thing, to not reach One
Human's song When people were made to build and not to
Destroy, made to employ and ever Deploy. The things that people,
Know always to do. These are the things, if people more did carry
Through. Like a non-sensical debate, felt and heard these things
in a day today like all before. Meant what If I could even yet
Look to carefully explore. A world, that's full, of even Dreams.
Where they exist not to Doubt, But ever to Seem.  We're all made
of this dust that comes from the same land and Clouds, a life
that if we see it as Is, can sing Out Loud.  Be loud, be boisterous,
be proud in what You do - And Hopefully, if you stay Hopeful, all
- or at minimum - most of Our dreams could too Come True.