Dreams Poem by Chaz Walker

Dreams are for heroes who never went to war,
Settled a grudge with God, the almighty
Or lost victory at her door.

To inspire, and drive our mechanical hearts
Above the precipice of a cool yellow dawn,

Is to lose hindsight of wrong and right
As if truth was dictator to cause.

To idea a thought, or invent a pause
For freedom’s righteous blessing, is something
I can die for, like love’s final opus─!

Can life be for realists, who never learned
To dream? Let’s rebuild the Twin Towers
And re-marble the Great Pyramids!

I do believe in the power of good
'Technology is the art of arranging the world
So we do not notice it─! ”

All in all, the wise are wisest when sleeping
Comfortably, with a women in bed

And book on forehead
Swinging swords at the battle of Thermopylae!