“MY DREAM”

I had a dream

That I would be great

How......When......I do not know.

The road is rough

It’s like a “great wall”

As I climb, I fall.

The “battle field” called “life”

Is very fierce

Many have fallen.

As I struggle to get over

"The wall of silence"

I feel a magical hand

Pulling me down.

When I look down

I see many “faces fell”

"Their faces are pictures"

They are marred by dust

Sored with blood

They have fallen!!!

When I look up

I see an unending wall

Yet to be climbed.

The more I conquer force

Harder it gets

Deux ex-machina where art thou??

This wall I must get over.

Though, I was not born great

No one to make me great

Greatness I must achieve.

© June 8, 2009.