Oh my dreams, hear me out! We two are not apart, 

We're boldly walking on the sky with a blazing heart, 

So what if the rainbow is not here to lay down before us, 

We're not afraid to spill the bloody red from our own sliced cuts, 

And if the Earth dares to yank us down with its thorny vines, 

We'll simply pluck them out, and unroll them on our soaring lines, 

How ridiculous that the mere wind is trying to choke us down? 

When we've been sparring with the storms for the ultimate crown, 

Let the time fancy that it's defying us with its untouchable drive, 

While we forge our blades and whittle them to come alive, 

Trust me, when I avow that we can go way beyond the stars, 

For they are nothing, but a mere fleck of blue on our cards.