He had that dream again –
The one of heading out to sea
The storm off in the distance;
A no one among men –
His life has wandered, aimlessly
A plodding, flat existence
But in his dream, he soars –
Off westward, from the Isle of Skye
Among the clouds’ desires;
Full freedom he explores –
A thought is all it takes to fly
Wherever he aspires
He had that dream tonight –
The one where he is all success
And has all of his druthers;
But coming down from flight
He wakes up to the same old mess
And disregard
By others
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