Please Don'T Lend Me Your Dream

Life is not an alibi, it wasn’t built for practicality You cheer the crowd and succumb to formality A tragic event will not stop the planet turning In me is the spirit inexorable, avid - burning Marching curators performing mandatory tests The sheath plunging you deep inside the crust. Will the world supply me with a new identity? When the choices rise to countless infinity People watch over see want they desire to see, They wonder what I may turn out to be, A flamboyant umbrella or a borrowed ladder The missing profile, afraid to cross the border Yesterdays shimmering light blinding your eyes Friendly faces moving ahead bidding goodbye Life is an occasion, but how far is the shore? The rhythm of existence is an engulfing lore Shaking of the nausea is a common mission Will it regenerate to capsize my vibrant vision? Survivors are far too many; aspire to be a savior, You rise to it - the one dreamt of being a redeemer!