The dreamers of dreams...

Where are the rest of the dreamers? Negativity is so easy. The cars that want to push you off the edge of the road because you inconvenience them so by existing in their space. The people who just want to bitch to get a free meal. The woman who hates, to avoid being judged herself. The man who cheats to fulfill the empty hole of self loathing. The people who can't deal with change. The drama creators who live in misery as if it were their happiness. No dreamers. No joyfilled wishes. No inspiration.

Where are the music makers? The birds went south because it's freakin' cold. The jazz vibe starves on the streets while the screamers live in the lap of luxury. The rap crap teaching our kids instead of music class in schools. The cookie cutter houses on crowded streets of smog. Nothing new. Nothing unique. No art lining these walls.

It's time for some inspiration. For some straight set priorities. Get up. Take care of yourself. Feed your soul. Do it. Just a few steps out the door and you'll find what you're looking for.

We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of dreams. ~ Arthur O'Shaughnessy, as quoted by Willy Wonka




~In lightened,
Beth