Or act worthy without valued integrity?
What voice without reason doth laments,
To speak not with honor and probity?
For dreams they are a dime a dozen,
And voices far too often go unheard.
By vile actions produce vexation, its cousin,
Renduring the whole point quite absurd.
Sparkles, spangles, and shiny objects catch the eye;
Cheap as glitter and flash in the end.
Disillusion all when founded upon the smallest lie,
Worthless as dust like that they too rend.
Many share the same dream often,
But method proves the manner taken.
That thy quest besought becomes forgotten,
Diminished by the truth since forsaken.
By thy hand ’tis all revealed,
The dreamer shows who they are.
Two paths fated apart and sealed,
Be they both reaching a star.