The words written while in the forest: Dreams are like clouds. They fade. Dreams bring rain. Dreams can be the elegance of a sunrise and sunset. But at whose risk does the potential rest upon? Now lets talk about it. A guarantee we carry everyday is the opportunity to dream. Some are lucky enough to collect a fair share of awesome stories. While others lean hard on the trips and stumbles. I once wrote a song that featured the lyrics, "The pictures we paint are only dreams." Basically meaning the purpose of a dream is to see beyond reality. It's when we turn the bad or lost dream into a moment of reality that we lose control of the moment. And without thought we are guided back to the path by the creator holding the paint brush.