Thy dream !
i hope you strive to its realm .
for it will be a sad emblem ,
at the last night your own sight to blame .
though the grit and gut abide you than mum .
if the Psyche drives thought but you cant confirm .
cause the tide most governs your palm .
but its your choice to comply and raise dim .
to swerve the Sophist story as unlike grime .
it can be a fancy yet upon your nature ist a crime .
to dream with the crow and have sight cast ; slim .
for my dream i behold and its my nature holy affirm .
there is cleft , Draco , Petra , but i care not then for grim .
my soul fain for the noble art of my life's humble theme .
im a dreamer , high spirited but i want one thing my life's claim.
oh ! i never dream twice but to live the token of my time .
if a name should last ; Columbus ,Malcolm ,
have only prithee their own life rhythm .
as for lore past , and drags in as in its prime .
the memory of their graves is ever for reclaim .
i hope you strive to its realm ,
thy dream !