This is a poem I wrote a while back that I really like;)

In Praise of Dreams

They whisper as I walk by,
And marvel at the strangeness of one who dares to be different.
Some laugh, "Oh, it's just her again."
Others observe me closely, and attempt to put barriers around my thoughts.
They wish to tell me what to think, but
I rebel,
And revel in the inventions of a mind that refuses to be bound.

It’s worth it to be different.
For with dreams what might be becomes what is.
Fantasy is reality.
Future is present.

A man dreams and black and white become one.
A nation dreams and East and West become one.

The thin cows eat the fat cows and the sheaves all bow to one.

They whisper, ‘Behold the Dreamer.’
What an honour.