Dreams aren't for those with wings who cannot fly.
The ostrich and the penguin tell the tale
That if you can't you also shouldn't try;
Why flap at all when feebly you will fail?
They're content obeying gravity,
And keeping dreams and feet upon the ground.
Flying to them is sheer depravity.
Being on earth, they know they're heaven-bound.
They feel the wind-- no need to sublimely soar.
They see the sky-- no need for close-up views.
No need to win-- there's no one keeping score,
No need to wag their wings-- they cannot lose.
With useless wings they've no hope of getting higher.
That's fine with them; they've given up desire.