I will then go to sleep and dream of nightingales stirring the breeze as they sing of lost friends and found flights in the mystery of time. When they find where their going I hope I can join. But I’m not that lucky thus far. But I just have to try, and try I just will, until morning does dawn and a new day awaits. So I wake up from sleep and into daydream, which I hope can bring change and I hope change is good. And I know that one day it will be.
-Aaron E-J