Dream:Poem
Dream
Dream, oh, mortal intelligent being
Amidst this complex would you love to cling,
You imagine; You create wise a thing,
Producing imagery, so amazing.
Dreams, may appear ever just a vision,
This vague fulfillment is a true mission,
Of man today, ever of yesterday,
Are proven to do, but not
much to obey.
It's better to dream an uncertain dream,
Rather than not to dream once and for all,
A man who imagines nothing but lie,
Will keep on lying until he dies