Is Dreaming Crazy
Is dreaming still considered crazy?
Doing something you love and maybe
Getting paid in the process, to be happy
Instead of only settling, expanding your wings
And taking to new heights since the sky is the limit
But now everyone sets limits on creativity
From written and visually, pictures taken digitally
Who’s to say a waterfall can’t flow upwards
Or that you can’t make up words
Why set boundaries, when you had to think
Out of them to make them, why not break them
Or take them and remake them, or come up
With your own rules and replace them
Is it crazy to dream, even in negativity?
Hostility that’s expressed so modestly
Keeping idea’s locked up in fear of rejection
But we’re only hurting ourselves with our own protection
Kind of funny, like there’s been a label switch
Poison mixed with dream bottles, and you don’t
Know which is which, or what to go with
But if the sky’s the limit, then why aren’t we outside
Playing like kids, the freest of thinkers
Who think it only takes a little magic dust to fly
So don’t sleep in a box, but dream of the sky
Only through that will creativity survive
Is it so crazy to want to live a dream?
Things so serene, a picture perfect scene
So my question is
Is dreaming crazy, or is it crazy not to dream?
Doing something you love and maybe
Getting paid in the process, to be happy
Instead of only settling, expanding your wings
And taking to new heights since the sky is the limit
But now everyone sets limits on creativity
From written and visually, pictures taken digitally
Who’s to say a waterfall can’t flow upwards
Or that you can’t make up words
Why set boundaries, when you had to think
Out of them to make them, why not break them
Or take them and remake them, or come up
With your own rules and replace them
Is it crazy to dream, even in negativity?
Hostility that’s expressed so modestly
Keeping idea’s locked up in fear of rejection
But we’re only hurting ourselves with our own protection
Kind of funny, like there’s been a label switch
Poison mixed with dream bottles, and you don’t
Know which is which, or what to go with
But if the sky’s the limit, then why aren’t we outside
Playing like kids, the freest of thinkers
Who think it only takes a little magic dust to fly
So don’t sleep in a box, but dream of the sky
Only through that will creativity survive
Is it so crazy to want to live a dream?
Things so serene, a picture perfect scene
So my question is
Is dreaming crazy, or is it crazy not to dream?