Creativity asks for more
Then grand ideas never attempted.
To live in hope, beneath dreams,
That it all may fall upon you.
There is no other way but to follow nature.
We move, and dream of moving without work.
Large sounds, erupting at once,
To mark the arrival of what you want.
Pieces fail to interlock,
But the prospect of the end pushes
The same dreams
Without ever pushing the dreamer.