I am a book with neither a title, nor pictures.
You cannot merely scan through my pages and see what I have to tell.
You must look much deeper than that.
For my words are meaningless,
And never make any sense.
But if you learn to read between the lines,
You’ll find a story more extravagant then anything you could have ever thought possible.
This is the story of dreams.
Dreams that are always dreamt.
But when do dreams become a reality?
It all depends upon an opportunity.
But an opportunity is nothing if not acted upon.
So until there is action,
I remain dormant.
I am nothing but an opportunity.
I am words written down on paper.
I am the chance that is sought but never taken.
I am a book without a title.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fantastic write........adam shipley........certainly the dream book teach a lot rather than written by some stuffless persons. A good write.