The self-act of dreaming
Inspires for striving, enduring and succeeding,
Man's rest-state - night or day
The mind sets to play and replay.
Dreams must refresh, as chasing a rainbow
Always afar: distant chimeras of tomorrow.
Fleeting dreams must surely die
As mayflies falling at dusk: hidden from the eye.
Entering our being; life's forbidding opera in control
Established dreams die along with the soul.
Dreams have the effrontery and contempt:
A suggestion for life, providence do tempt,
Until the end, the very act of living will express
And dissemble this naïve presumptuousness.
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