We live in a world made up of dreamers, those who embrace their dreams and those who let them expire. I am merely a Dreamer, like you, who is trying to keep that dream alive. An artist trying to someday get his lighthouse. I am lending my dreams, my ideas, my soul for the fulfilment of the dreams that have expired.

If there were dreams to sell,
What would you buy?
Some cost a passing bell;
Some a light sigh,
That shakes from Life’s fresh crown
Only a rose-leaf down.
If there were dreams to sell,
Merry and sad to tell,
And the crier rung the bell,
What would you buy?