A dream-stricken prince of a pauper's

Descent

Haunts the eavesdropping silence

That presses his window

As he sweats a performance

To an audience that ticks on the wall

To the practical observer

It's just a matter of time

You can deviate from the com-

Monplace

Only to fall back in line.

I understand mine's a risky plan

And your system can't miss

But is security after all a cause

Or symptom of happiness?

Brave, yet afraid, his eyes on horizon

In a steady-set gaze

A mariner soon from an open cocoon

Takes a moment to summon his courage

To stifle his grave apprehension and

Trembling, approaches the surf

A father's benediction as his hopeful

Son departs

To brave the sea of rage and conquer

At all costs

Lingers in his memory

And visions still surviving in a logic-

Proof shell

That should have been held sacred, safe

And hidden well

Are compromised in usury

With every rising sun that yields no

Sight of land

The hesitation cultivates within the

Tired man

And rumors spread of mutiny

And though the time will come when

Dream and day unite

Tonight the only consolation causing

Him to fight

In fearless faith in destiny

Even when plans fall to pieces

I can still find the courage

With promise i've found in my faith

Likely or not, it's a dream that we keep

And at odds with our senses we'll climb

But if faith is the answer, we're already

Reached it

And if spirit's a sign

Then it's only a matter of time