A sharing experiment (dream chaser)
- Beau Lewis
- Jan 5, 2018
- 1 min read

I'm gonna try something this year.
Sharing what I've written down in my notebook or what I'm freestyling about,
or things that I've kept private this year before 2018... I'm gonna try sharing.
A bunch of it's gonna suck
I'm sure a lot of it deserves not to be heard by anyone but me.
Sorry about that.
Dream chaser.
My baby’s face is pure
Mine’s just a trace of a blur
His shows what he’s thinking
It’s clear
Mine’s a poker face so you can’t see
my fear
I’mma try not to teach him,
But I doubt that I can reach him.
Chase that dream
I'mma face that dream
He’s a one year old boy
and the world is his toy
to play with.
Before he can walk and talk
he can’t say shit.
But he knows shit
In the moment
And he’s open
And he’s gropin
Putting everything he finds
In his mouth until he’s chokin.
It’s no joke man
Is it dirt?
Is it food?
He learns to cut his teeth
Way before he learns his beliefs
We all started out like this
Since birth.
And then we learned to hide our greed
to conquer the earth.
I can’t hear what he’s thinking
but I can see what he’s feeling
in his face, it’s pure
Mine betrays like a blur
You won’t hear what he thinks
he won’t talk.
Pick him up, he is yours
until he can walk.
Then he’s yours to chase.
Like a dream.
That you face.
What keeps you up at night?
That’s your dream
Face it.
And this is where you go to chase it.
Ok, that was it, pretty absurd. The chorus sounds like grover.
Well, week one.
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