Dreams That Sing

They say click it or ticket,
Their reason is to keep us alive in it.
But what is life?
Do we go through it and exist?
Or do we just have to live it and hope for the best?
I've heard people talk about their biggest fears,
But is being powerful beyond measure that big a fear,
or is never reaching it our bigger fear?
Is it something we say we're scared of because we're supposed to be,
Or are we just existing because that's just what humans do?
I've heard pastors talking about how our purpose in life is all about preachin God;
Done heard brothas preachin about how ain't no purpose in life because we got got by God.
Ask a brotha what he loves to do, and you see his destiny.
The artist that can't stop drawing everywhere he goes,
The lyricist that don't need a beat or a melody but always got flow,
The drummer that boxes her own beat with nothing but her God-given mouth and rhythm,
The movers of the world movin to nothin but their own songs in their own heads.
Name it what you will!
Purpose of the existential or destiny of the soulful!
The saying goes, "Let sleeping dogs lie,"
But what happens when the dreamers ain't dreamin any more.
When dreams aren't soaring high.
Let your mind explore!
Let the existential destiny prove itself in the foreground.
Step into the arena!
Can you see it?
In the right corner, the dreams of the hopeful.
And out of the left corner, our ever lasting champion!
The Devastation of Life!!
But let Destiny step in and show you otherwise!
That the underdog somehow wins.
Let it dream you up some fantastical whims!
Let the fight begin!