Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up Like a raisin in the sun? Or does it explode?
Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.
Howard Hughes was this visionary who was obsessed with speed and flying like a god... I loved his idea of what filmmaking was.