A dreamer trapped in the body of a realist
I’m seeking gold but holding silver.
So, on a whim of will and a touch of alchemy,
I’ll cast my wishes to the stars.
Down my gaze will never fall,
And let that be my only boundary.
Only my feet will know the obstacles of flight,
Thrusting onward by an oblivious mind:
I’ll yield not the threat of failure
And erect no safety net.
To gamble is immoral,
But to lose a dream is murderous of hope.
I’ll float on with this in wandering mind:
It may be my greatest mistake turned gold
Or the bane of my existence, ruinious disaster,
But, either as it is, it is my destiny to seek.