there is a dream i sometimes have
a fleeting glimpse of a life to be lived
i see it clearly for just that moment
a sliver of illusion,
an allusion to intangibles
that seem ever to elude
the grasp of the living.

i wonder when i find this dream
what wicked fate hath been
laid mercilessly ahead
that ties us all to the petty,
the inane, the insubstantial
and hides from us the path
to live our immortal dream.