They say that water seeks its own level
But dreamers, they seek the whole well
Whatever is unsure, unwritten, unspoken
There you will find the ageless idealists
Drinking deeply from pretty colored cups
They will trade you everything they own
For the possibilities beneath their minds
In their hearts reside but unfinished dreams
Bits of broken things fallen from the past
They collect hope much as a life collects age
The pieces spin riddles over memory and time
Blankets of such cover away the biting cold
While they toil away in fields left to rust
All a man is, are his thoughts, entropy swells
One such spent all day smiling at the rainbow
To be that no one knew his mind spoke thunder
Clouds of rain mirror those of passing passion
Until it is unclear where shapes are defined
Subtle lines of singularity often burst open
Spilling forth untold storms from endless color
The happiness of a man is measured in his sleep
Riding Ferris wheels to remain a step above doubt
They understand realism even if it denies them
Alas, the brightest minds are often the darkest
For who sees more than their mind can harvest
At the top of everything is another opportunity
One choice to lead, One more apt to follow
To flail or rest, The great undiscovered, unmet
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