Chasing away the dream into reality
The ever changing pace of the thoughtful spirit
As the ghost that withered, awakens in grave merit
For the source of a smile has flower purity

Don't forget the rough trail as shoes might be broken
To toughen tender soles as sharp edges are sought
Illuminating way to bitter stories bought
As the shadows of death gets stirred and then shaken

Force the issue forward and confront the old tales
The subject of nightmares into grand discussion
As the pill gets pushed down with a spiteful motion

No illusion to state, the truth will come unveiled
Flowing inkling droppings unto a manuscript
To liberate the soul of hard charging conscript