Destiny

Don’t laugh at daydreams! That childish doodle Scribbled on the math paper, That drawing on the essay. Those eyes that look out The window and see beyond the Teacher’s understanding Might foretell the future! Dreams are seeds that grow And twine into a bridge that Ideas cross, to become the hope Of realities yet to come. Who imagined man could fly? Who guessed a magnitude Of horsepower could be contained Beneath a metal hood? The great designer starts With the rough and childish Sketches of that daydreamer Who sees a vision past today. The child obsessed with nature’s lore Becomes the famous botanist Who finds a cure, in nature’s Hidden secrets, for human ills. Beware the feverish world That fears dreams, afraid of change, That blindly reaches out To stifle those who break the mold! Hold in your palm your seeds. Plant them in the fertile soil of thought. Water them, feed them. Let them grow unfettered. For this is our tomorrow. Without dreams, ideas, hope, There cannot be a future! Shrug off the disbelievers! Smile back at those who laugh, Prisoners in their strait-jacket minds. Spin your dreams far out, and weave a Gossamer and steely bridge to destiny!