Writer, Poet, Social Commentator
My Kindgom of most impossible thought
Where utter neglect for Galileo thrives
‘Tis here my hands have mosters fought
A valiant warrior, a saviour of lives.
My dreams have kept me
Against the world and its fearful grip
No land too far for me to see
From thought to thought, my uncouth trip.
I am master of all, Jack none
A magician worthy of his applause
Ruler over of all my mind has spawn’
Captain of a fantastic course.
These dreams tomorrow give
Of riches, of beauty of history drawn
Dauntless, wise, I dare believe
Hope unseen, faith begun.
This temple my dreams define
I am not I am, but who am I?
A purpose, a desire no less divine
Am I not I am, as he is I?