Big dreams are power,
With such a great wealth
That surrounds the heart,
With a cosmic dust.
Seen as out of space,
Though without regret
For allergies fade,
Beside such a faith…
People may tag it;
“A mental disorder”
Many describe it
As delusion of grandeur”.
Note; brain cells are like
The nuts and the screws
Functioning in trends
To the tune of dreams…
Walk bold in tunnels,
Yield not to panic
“No light at the end…
Megalomaniac..”
Pay deaf ear to such
But keep moving on
Until the unit dust
Condenses to planet…
e-Paper Poetry of Vinx 