Bedfellows/Ginny Jones

Don’t tell me you have dreams, if you don’t plan to wake up and
     realize them
Because there are plenty of bedfellows stuck to pillows wishing they
     were clouds
The want to reach for the sky from the comforts of their mattresses
But I have never seen the world changed by lying down.

So stand up, not only for what you believe in, but the unbelievable
Because revolutionaries use impossible ideas
To shift the paradigms of minds so closed they don’t even have doors
Creativity ignores naysayers; it is not for the weak-willed or faint
     at heart
True art takes nothing and forms something that makes the aurora borealis look like a laser show
Want more, because unrealized dreams are only vain imaginings
By people who refuse to see past what they can’t conceive
You can go beyond thinking you can walk on water
Trusting that you can evaporate the ocean and bring people with you
Crossing murky seas of doubt to a promised land of achievement
Like ants marching one by one on a collective journey to triumph.

Big thinkers recognize that the world doesn’t revolve around them
Instead they resolve to have a global impact
Borne on the backs of the willing and birthed out of the recesses of
     their minds
Dream-weavers don’t teach men to fish,
They teach them to wish, hope, and actualize the unattainable by
     redefining sustainable resources
They labor with them to build lakes and fish farms
Through the strength of their arms and the sweat of their brows
They understand how the world works
That you can’t truly enjoy its perks if you aren’t reproductive
Or conducting an energy that electrifies the masses.

They amass a fortune more priceless than gold
By edifying the souls of those who can only see smallness in all
     this life has to offer
They cast off the proper for the unorthodox and transform boxes to
     hexagons with dimensions greater than four knowing that there
     is more to this reality
Defying gravity they don’t stand up, they float also elevating those
     around them
While still staying grounded
Leaving a resounding echo of encouragement behind them
You can find them conjugating imagination and veracity
With a tenacity toward optimism and a hatred of dogmatism
Marching to the rhythm of defiance of the mundane
They don’t feign purpose, they live it.

So, don’t tell me you have dreams, if you don’t plan to wake up and
     realize them
Because there are plenty of bedfellows stuck to pillows wishing they
     were clouds
The want to reach for the sky from the comforts of their mattresses
But I have never seen the world changed by lying down.

No comments: