One Can Only Dream

Am I to live a poor man’s life, to struggle and toil with hunger and strife? Am I to be lowly kissing the feet of kings as they feast at their tables and they dance and they sing? Will success continue to be a stranger as I fail again and again with all of my wagers? Am I but a peasant who dreams of success, who hopes to one day be blissfully blessed? How long must I endure this struggle called life before I can care for my children and wife? Am I always to be a footstool or will I stand in the tower looking down upon my endless fortunes for hour upon hour? Am I one day to aspire or will I continue to wallow in this murk and this mire? Is this hopelessness just as it seems or will my labors deliver riches beyond my wildest dreams? Will I achieve status, fortune and fame? Will the people cheer at the mention of my name? One can only dream. One can only dream.