A pocket full of dreams

What dreams got men to do,
bridles and wipes could not.
For dreams, men flew without wings or a cape.
And yet we doubt the power of the unseen
Like a light house to a ship it calls us
Beckoning with charms and promises
How many kept? The statistics lie
And yet like a man at the tip of the bottle
Or a lover in quest to conquer a damsel
We pursue.
Indeed it has crowned great men
And smitten them as well
In the eyes of dream logic fails
Yet sometimes reality is born
And creativity conceived
Hear it call
Gently but piercing
Will you heed?
I wonder…….
Will you heed?



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