Driven Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

O how the dreams of youth enchain
the soul to reach great heights
heedless of scorching summer days
or frozen snowbound nights

No mountain seems too harsh to climb
nor jungle rife with death
no reef too dangerous to dive
though it may crunch the breath

Like comets soaring in the sky
so many fall and crash
on rocky slopes or desert plains
buried in sand and ash

Some very few will stay the course
and find the Holy Grail
of cures and ways to help mankind
and breach untrodden trails

O how the dreams of youth enchain
the soul to reach great heights
heedless of scorching summer days
or frozen snowbound nights.