without pretension.
with a sweet chill down my spine...
for a time the clouds lift, and what i have resigned to thinking barren
does bear fruit.
if i am to die - if i must die,
i must inspire while i live,
alongside the dreamers.
let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams
i surrender all. all i have to give:
those who have survived lifes thorns
and provided escape.
to those, whose creations live forever.
to those that wrote the words,
though my knees become weak,
i will cause my foot another step.
to carry the task.
and to those that understood
there is a need for faith
and a need for hope
let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams
as with the brightest and the wisest,
i know the need of faith, hope, and dreams.
i burn for vision and inspiration, for this is life.
if perchance i am dreaming,
please, let me sleep.
to spend my time in great atlantis,
in search of camelot.
i drink from the grail, and war with the immortals,
rather than sulk in the ruins of a fallen sky castle.
amidst the remnants of once
mighty colossus,
comes this call:
where are the builders?
i clearly see the slayers, and the hope they destroy.
i clearly see the thieves, and the wonders they deprive the inspired.
where are the builders?
if i am to die - if i must die,
i must inspire while i live,
alongside the dreamers.
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