we are the music makers.
we are the dreamers of dreams.
wandering by lone sea breakers
and sitting by desolate streams.
we are the story writers.
we are the tellers of themes.
greeting the sun as it grows brighter.
pushing back the day to see what it means.
we are the movers and shakers
of the world, forever, it seems.
we are the picture painters.
we are the see-ers of scenes.
greeting the night as day grows fainter,
stretching out life 'til it strains at the seams.
for each age is a dream that is dying
or one that is coming to birth.