A timeless world in which the future lies,
All starts with naught more than a single thought
So young a child it puffed up in these skies
Yet soon a greater, grander age it brought
It’s buried deep inside the soil of your heart
Once planted, all the seeds begin to sprout,
They bloom and grow until it’s time to part
And leave the deep recesses of your doubt.
“A flight of fancy, fool’s delusion!”
These words like knives soon enter minds,
With all the hopes becoming an illusion,
The plants will wither as the dream unwinds.
The world is made of pipe dreams and ambition,
So conquer fear, go forward on your mission