My Dream Poem by Custous Angelus

I want to build
Build the grandest temples; build it to fit the gods
Build the most elegant palaces; build it to fit kings and emperors
Build the coziest house; build it to be every man’s dream
Build the most beautiful structure; build it to awe nature
But people call me a child
I want to lean history
Learn the start of world’s greatest civilization
Learn the deepest mystery that have yet to been solved
Learn the where about of the ark
Learn the courses of great kings and emperors
But people call me a fool
I want to write
Write to criticize the world
Write to convey my feelings
Write to heal the wounds of other people
Write to lead many people to world of imagination and dream
But people call me a dreamer
Yes I may be a child, a fool, and a dreamer
My dreams and goals might not me fitting to their eyes
My dreams and goals might look impossible to achieve
Or to petty and lowly aimed
But what are they to destroy my dreams and goals
Saying that it is time to wake up
While it is they who are still lying in their slumber
Wandering in their nightmare