I dreamed of flying so high,
Seemed I’m almost touching the sky.
There appeared a Golden Eagle looking sly,
Crushed my wing, next I know, the soil was nigh.
I dreamed of placing a block on a pile,
Stacking one by one I reached a long mile.
The demon of reality, shook the ground with a wicked smile,
It shattered the dream, tearing apart every single tile.
Across the seven waters, I dreamed of sailing,
The waves were rough but the sound was soothing.
There were chills felt as an iceberg was nearing,
It pierced through the ship, drowned the tripping.
In a horde of plenty, I dreamed of being the best,
Win the crowd with all my zest.
As I moved out of my bounds, I felt a strong wrest,
Out in the crowd, I was put back with the rest.
The lesson called life was learned the hard way,
The greatest are born not by dreams, but by working night and day.
In a world of darkness – life, universe, the reality is the brightest ray,
Do something great before your hair turns grey!
