I dream for the day
When dreamers pass away.
I hope for the hour
The hopeful start to fade.

Those bursting with ideas
Need to be reminded,
No thought so original
Can save them from demise.

Never too soon is the time
When poets cease to cry
When singers die
And artists fly, to the gallows.

For those who are discluded,
From all of the above,
Need to be enlightened.
The world would sit idle by
If not for love