The Dreamer, Poet And Fool

The dreamer, the poet, and the fool.

Each individual has his own realm of dreamy thoughts.

Dreams of grandeur and conquest. 

Each sees the vision of his spirit's goal,

And each strives for his own ideals.

The dreamer's view is like a golden fog,

That floats and fades upon the sunny and ivory plains.

And all its shapes are bright and lovely,

All its colours are pure matte.

He sees the world as his rainbow. 

A kaleidoscope of bright colors. 

The poet's vision is a magic spell,

That charms the soul to heights of ecstasy.

He praises his works as John Frost, Shakespeare, Emily Bronte, or Maya Angelou.

All his words are like the music swell,

A song that is sweet and fills the heart with joy.

The fool's vision is a hilarious joke.

To the poet and the dreamer,

He is the world's laughing stock,

All his cruel jokes resemble a kangaroo carnival,

The realms of whimsy are full of joy and folly.

Even though they all seem fair in their world, 

Their visions are not,

These are only fragments of long vanished dreams.

The dreamer, the poet, and the fool,

Are groping in the realms of sleep.

The real world is not what they perceive.

The world is filled with toil, care, and pain.

Their joys are fleeting moments of glee,

And all their sorrows are like eternal rain.

The dreamer, poet, and fool are still present.

And will wander out in search of their ideals,

They still see the vision of their goals,

And will traverse through time and space,

To convey their presence and zeal.

Since they live in a dreamy and charming world.