The moment we first dare to speak our dreams
We gasp to find how many things we share,
And swear that, from now on, to all we’ll seem
Ambition’s twins - the ones who mount on air.
We stride, young gods, eschewing nature’s goad
And tell ourselves: above all else be free
But suddenly we see the climbing road
Too steep a route to lean for you and me?
And we went gently into that goodnight
Foreswore our hot ambition’s many hours.
We tread the earth alone, surrendered flight
Now know, up close, how deeply dreams can sour.
Our grand pavilions vanished all to dust,
We’ll never eat our fill of envy’s crust.
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