To those few, the bold, the wretched souls
Who dream and yearn to scream 'tis all but fouls
Be warned that dreams can make us fools
While life weighs heavy on our backs like mules
Better to forget what others teach
Than strive for stars forever out of reach
No want in itself deserves to be sated
For life and death are both overrated
We live, we see and dream then die
Without ever really knowing why