The Idealist and the Realist

The idealist sees the world as moments away From bounding into a Utopian day And the people that steal- Can’t truly be real-? For what helps another- is theirs they say And the idealists see the moon with delight, A gem upon the goddess of night The idealist is a happy old soul. The realist sees the world as moments away From reaching the pinnacle in its eternal decay And people that steal Are certainly real- And must readily be punished today And the realist sees the moon as a sight, Of dusts and stones in the darkness of night The realist is a stable old soul. Idealists and realists I don’t know what I’d rather be One soars and crashes- The other walks purposefully Idealists and realists I guess I’ll just let them be For one holds the world together, And the other sets the world’s dreams free