Dreams?

Dreams fade in the summer

Shade, love blinds the few

Sensible people left.

Ambition is nonextistent

In the mind and body

of one who takes

Life for granted.

Blood lays on the ground

Like blossoms, the safety

Of a cublicle is odd to me.

Computers, cold and heartless

The more they're used

The more warmth they create.

They attract me like a fly

To honey, the hum of a fan

Resonates like a harp.

Engineering, the will to create

More than there is, to advance

What we have, is my everlasting shade.