Keep your dreams alive.
They are the color on your canvas.
Once they die, your canvas slips into grays.
Not black and white, clear and defined,
But the grays of mediocrity.
Your dreams push you forward.
They lift you.
They make you who you are,
and take you further.
My canvas has become gray,
because I've settled for less than I should.
I've convinced myself that they weren't worth attaining.
But lies are the devil's handiwork,
and his dreams are our destruction.
Dreams don't have to be extreme;
They just have to make each day,
each week,
each month,
each year worth seeing.
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