Wrapped up in ideals and a uniform,

Less than apt for one so unique,

The roads have wound and conspired to take you back,

To far before you learned to speak

 

Don’t let the surroundings hush out the voice inside,

Keep striving with your ends in sight,

Have only the time you need to realise,

There’s no stronger picture,

Whatever it would be for,

Than the dreams cast from your far seeing eyes

 

All we know to be good is that we enjoy,

And in that only for its own sake,

The timely gentleness of calm sets with the sun,

Blazing euphoric silver on the lake

 

Stories and philosophies keep our minds open,

What worlds do we uncover every day?

Most unbeknownst to even ourselves,

For there’s no higher a form of research than play

 

 Don’t let the surroundings hush out the voice inside,

Keep striving with your ends in sight,

Have only the time you need to realise,

There’s no stronger picture,

Whatever it would be for,

Than the dreams cast from your far seeing eyes

 

Maybe the last of our collective knowledge,

Will allow us to glimpse a shared dream,

Believing in what was wrote,

It may be “all that we see or seem”