The Ponders Foe Poem by Jorge Vespucci

Why do thee jest at me? Are my dreams a laughable
Symbol perched upon me as a crown?

Is the age at which time has stood set back the ideas within my head
Or where has the line of ignorant words cross or halt?

Surely will the plans I so behold unravel before the foolish
Eyes of those who set back my own thoughts

Steadily will the whole world know the shortcomings of what
I vow

And to thee shall see what resentment feels like to a palpable heart
that dreams a grand picture