I captured a dream Of melodious seems And put it in a bottle of glass So that when I arose The sunlight would pose And the rays would begin to dance I walked to a tree Where the bottle would be And saw a reflection on the grass I looked to the sky A bird flew by And with it the bottle of glass I searched for years Wasted my tears On the dream that now was lost I walked through the deserts Paraded the sees And even scouted the frost But alas the dream Of melodious seems Was nowhere to be found? I looked to the north I looked to the east The West and the South Then I had a thought A revelation of sorts On this dream that I wanted to keep for myself That now far away It would be found And the dream would be with someone else
A poem that metaphorically illustrates what happens when people don't pursue their dreams, but instead use it as a show for the rest of the world-wrote from experience