we are the dreamers of dreans.
wandering by lone sea breakers
and sitting by desolate streams.
we are the story-writers.
we are the tellers of themes.
we are the movers and shakers
of the world, forever, it seems.
we are the picture painters.
we are the see-ers of scenes.
'till it strains at the seams.
for each age is dream that is dying
or one that is coming to brith.