Mistaken Dreams
5/13/2010
By Steve Loggins
The Dream becomes a nightmare that has swallowed up all joy,
Mistaken deeds that can’t be hid by argument or ploys.
Justifying wrong actions cannot undo damage done
To friend and family and self; in truth, no one has won
We fancy that we know what’s best
What should be done to help the rest
We set a course we then pursue which should lead to Harbors fair
Yet our compass is flawed, our ship is doomed to sail into despair
With pleasant thoughts we hoist the main to catch a wind to sail
Only to find our canvas torn to tatters by a raging gale
The vision that we once held dear morphs into morbid truth
We thought a lie could spare us from the wrath we now endure
It was wrong to call it right, to do the deeds that grieve the Light
Though we try with all our might, the die is cast that brings on night.
Lash ourselves to the mizzen main to stay the course through stormy rains
There’s hell to pay 'til we attain through angry waves to what remains
A sunny day, a hopeful shore, a port where we can dock,
It all dissolves in bitter tears at the sounding of the clock
That wakens us from pleasant dreams back to reality
For we ride the storms that we create in foolish mortality
