Woe to those
who lead little lives
Who leave more inside
than ever gets used

Haunted by ghost
of unborn dreams
Looking toward tomorrow’s
that never come

Smothering their fires of hope
with wet blankets
If only they could ride their dragons
extinguishing fears from yesterday

In a world pestered by distortions
dreams are doorways for the brave
Courage comes and goes
hold on for the next supply