Ideals
The stars wink above in the heavens high,
I look for Mars, Venus, and lil' Pluto;
Planets I see but cannot journey go,
Glad still I know that they are in the sky.
The moon revolves around my little world;
The white beams that forever freely shine,
But I cannot ever truly call mine -
Are dearer than things I can hold uncurled.
I'm glad I can see all the Milky Way,
Though I cannot soar beyond Jupiter;
I’d feel more burdened and far stupider,
If I couldn’t dream and the sky survey.
To view ideals outside my evolve,
Helps hope every barrier to resolve.
15/5/2017
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