He says "The Dream is Over". but it seems so heavy...
I would like to say I understand... but I don't. Maybe growing up is understanding Dreams are dreams, maybe that's only for some. maybe the most of us at a certain time stops Growing up.

Anyway, I admire Him.
But MY Dream is not over. MY wings keep soarin, ready for me to learn how to use them.
(ooh, they are white, probably. Those ones have a lot of potencial... if only to get dirty!)