The tooth hides a truth
Though the tongue wields a proof
That we're all in pursuit
Of a life formed in youth
Is not proof that we're lost
When we feel we're accost
And the hand that commands
Is the throne we'd demand?
To set sail on a dream
On an ocean so reamed
Riding waves that we'd gleaned
Full of hopes that cascades dreams
Is this life that I scheme?
Not awake though I do seem
So warm is this vision
Is this hope is this dream
Just to muster perchance
A wish form in glance
In a life circumstance
My heart beats a stance.
