As we dream day in
And out there exists--
A hope for the uncertain
Tomorrow. I try not predict
What events may transpire,
For it would mean, in essence,
To wound the spontaneity
Of what remains unknown.
So while we aspire to create
From the limitless bounds
Of our expanded minds feeble,
The horizon of our children's
Fiery forbidden youth.
Keep in mind that
The reality in which we leave
Them may be less favourable
Than the sanctum of
What is dreamt.
"And as I conclude my days,
Alone as I ever was...
You may disturb my sleep,
But please don't wake me up."
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