Dreams Will Be Our Downfall

   Dreams are nice things.

   They float around in our brains, and cause excitement.

   I dream of a beautiful night, with fireworks and rockets to the moon.

   I want to be in one of those rockets.

   I'll soar through the stars, and discover new things.

   Ponies will cheer as I return, and ask me all about it.

   And I'll say,

   "Why not?"

   I'll go through the stars many times.

   And return to answer questions.

   I won't have to work all day.

   And neither would my family.

   It would just be us.

   Happy.

   They will smile as I walk into the house, and whisper to others,

   "My brother has gone through the stars,

   Visited the moon,

   And even more!

   My brother is amazing."

   They're friends would pass it on, and then they would, and it would be a cycle.

   Ponies will ask for my autograph,

   And I'll give them one.

   Because I want to see them smile.

   Nothing could go wrong with this dream.