Dreamer
Is
not an idea but a soulless thought?
A
musing, idly wondered, soon grows old.
Easily
dismissed, by its creator,
A
dreamer who sees more futures than foretold.
To
the layman it seems that this idler’s dreams
Are
more than his own life can hold.
Taken
in by imagined promises made,
The
follower craves ever more,
So
he takes the world, imagined, untamed,
And
merges it with his own thoughts.
The
idea has grown, bloomed, expanded,
To
beyond the poor dreamer’s recall.
The
disciple is consumed completely,
His
own self is lost to the thought.
For
now it possesses his lifetime,
His
world seems no more torpor-fraught.
And
the man who created the monster,
Lies
dreaming of what his mind wrought.
March
2012
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