Substance

April 22, 2010
By pedrobob BRONZE, Waterford, Other
pedrobob BRONZE, Waterford, Other
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Substance

You do so by night
Thine eyes are closed
You have no control

Every minute, second
Of hour by light
I dream

Improbable futures
Unassailable goals
Become tangible

Oh they are grand
But try my utmost I will
To conquer

I have not the means
Nor the lifespan
To capture my all

But as the man from Atlanta
Or Mvezo
Never should we quit

Without them
What are we?
Where lies our purpose?

Aspirations and beliefs;
The substance
Of human existence

Its not superstition or faith
Its a dream
And I am a dreamer

The author's comments:
For those of us who dream while we wake

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