To everyone who was ever a child, and to those who are still children.
Summer sunsets come in burning embers,
Day gives way to night and night to dawn;
Picnics step aside for white Decembers,
But what prevails when childhood dreams are gone?
Beware the Emptiness beyond the border
Between the "is" and the "might someday be".
Don't look too far or let go of the order
That in your youth decided what was real.
For truth and fact are seperate things completely.
Don't let the fact determine what is true.
Though facts may slip in through the cracks discreetly,
Discovering what's real is up to you.
Now do you understand my whispered secret?
Don't hesitate -- it's simpler than it seems.
It is my gift to you. Be sure to keep it:
Whatever happens, never lose your dreams.