In the beginning I was asleep.
The dream I have created is made of all the things that you have ever said, done and believed was true.
I was innocent.
I believed you.
I accepted your dream.
Now. I know better. I am trying to wake up from my dream. It keeps pulling me back, but I struggle. I do the work. And I know that some day I will be completely awake.
That day I will be wise. And very, very powerful.