are you a dreamer, friend?
sometimes when days seem so gloomy,

you start to question your existence.

at that moment do you dream of an escape?
or you lament on the doors you left behind closed;
and alas! now you can not return back.
my friend the lock on those doors are not a bagasse of your misfortune;

they are stamps of time;
so I have them too, and so did Gandhi or Churchill;
you know what I like about this place:
Everyone is a dreamer here; and so are YOU.