Has a wisp- unkindled- of thought
Curled around the world
Passing leagues, village and forest
Where ideas are never put to rest.
Like a spark in the brain, travelling like liquid
Sweet and slippery, intoxicating sweetness.
Trickling on from heart to soul
Trickling on like liquid gold
Ever brightening, precious something
Calling forth a change from ze old.
Change like that in a blossoming flower
Minute, yet transforming every hour.
Reforms and revolutions, for humans, for pigeons
Living or dead, dreams bring changes.
With colours that paint the nations
With colours that endure generations
With colours created or long extinct
Each idea contributes to the next great thing.
Heading forward, never going back
The unachievable dream of a universe of perfection.
Hardship endures every step
Yet no one will give up without a worthy test.
The trail of thought that awakens household
The whisper of that which is heard and not told.
Everyone dream of being in power,
Ways to become the man of the hour.
Clashes and turmoil, accusing each other
To prove our creations are by far the greater.
Judged and graded for our every feat
One wrong move we may lose all our meat.
The dream is the beginning, the beginning is important
The journey and the ends are secondary components.
Every word or action of yours causes reaction
Even if it is of the tiniest fraction.
Dream big, work hard, righteousness intact
Do what you love and love what you do and never ever go back.
Follow your dreams, don’t pay heed to what the haters say
Make your dream make a worth of your every day.
Always be optimistic and never stop believing
Work hard, look ahead and you will keep succeeding.