Oh,these thoughts,these dreams!
flying every which way!
Taken in by the illusion of the horizon,
they try to lift us up,
To take us from our lowly abode
to touch the ever far sky,
believing it is possible.
The heart throbs in ignorance
with foolish optimism.
Sleep shies away from us not daring
to hinder those wild thoughts;
thoughts that whisper seductively,
thoughts that whisper treacherously,
That the stars are there for the taking
the moment we stretch out our hands,
That the sky is there waiting
to be painted upon with our names,
That the world is there eager
to lay down at our feet...
Foolish,arrogant,unruly thoughts.
No,better to curb them
before they take deeper root.
'Twould be better to rein them in
before they run loose.
Or would it?