A thought?

Upon a bitter dream we live

A mountain echo we become

A shadow of what once we were

With nothing left to give

We stand upon a silent shore

The sea gulls lofted high above

In daydream stance we idle there

While the world we all ignore

But soon we're called to wakefulness

To strange sights never seen before

We fight and struggle mightily

But still we fail the test

For dream worlds always have their place

And often times we must escape

To rest our tired and weary minds

And slow our driving haste

But always we must ready be

For life is full of twists and turns

And any road we're forced to take

Cannot be driven idly