THE HUMAN SPIRIT
No one ever dreams a dream to its completion;
sleep intervenes; changes to slumber;
or the allegory slips,
fear interrupts;
courage sinks ;
the soul leaves the hand of the self.
But the spirit, this human spirit is invincible;
it is ever awake;
be it day, be it night, it never sleeps.
I don't see dreams in sleep;
I see them in the day.
I sift the illusion from aspiration,
translate the cryptic signs into strength.
I am invincible; I am human;
and that's the essence I draw
from the maze of all of the sage's words,
out of all the challenges thrown.
One day I shall ride the crest of the tide,
and that's the promise , not a dream.
No one ever dreams a dream to its completion;
sleep intervenes; changes to slumber;
or the allegory slips,
fear interrupts;
courage sinks ;
the soul leaves the hand of the self.
But the spirit, this human spirit is invincible;
it is ever awake;
be it day, be it night, it never sleeps.
I don't see dreams in sleep;
I see them in the day.
I sift the illusion from aspiration,
translate the cryptic signs into strength.
I am invincible; I am human;
and that's the essence I draw
from the maze of all of the sage's words,
out of all the challenges thrown.
One day I shall ride the crest of the tide,
and that's the promise , not a dream.
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