Treasure Island

Dejan Stojanovic

(March 11,1959 / Pec, Kosovo (the former Yugoslavia))

Big Dreams


Our desire to say more grows bigger
And what to say about it,
Except that saying is not always about saying,
Growing is not always about growing.

A big desire is not enough
To meet the expectations of lost dreams.

Submitted: Thursday, February 11, 2010
Edited: Wednesday, August 10, 2011

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  • Ken E Hall (2/24/2010 2:06:00 AM)

    Your so right Dejan....to have dreams is the key to sanity more so for the young' but to saying words with desires its the doing and getting things done is what turns the world around...akka Kennedy..Mandela.etc.Thanks for the mind opener
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