Structure

Structure

I’ve got an old fashioned heart and my soul is still dreaming.

I’m not a wise man, but I do have wisdom.

I’ve got an immature head on bones that are slowly breaking.

My body aches, my tired eyes fail

And my memories have all been long forgotten.

If life is a clock-face, I am not yet at six,

But my heart has gone on past eleven o’clock;

I guess you can teach an old dog new tricks.

I raise my spirits up and once more venture into my destiny.

Time is a non-entity in a world of possibilities.

Dreams come and go, as do the years that fly on past.

No longer a child, I am a man; there is no turning back.

The clock is still ticking, counting sands;

My lack of ambition is a steak through the heart of all my plans.

Hopes and wishes are only ever fantasies.

Back to reality with a bump, I am still falling, but enough about me…

I hope you are simply splendid!  Anything less is not worthy.

You deserve only the best of my kindest of wishes

And I hope you find in your vocabulary,

The words to tell me what you envisage,

So I can try to move mountains for you in all of my dreams.

Let it be so; what do you need?

Ask me for anything.

This vessel is your tool to build a great wonder of your choosing.

Great literature shall be written about the future we are building.

One stepping stone at a time, there are paths beneath the waves.

We can make dreams come true here;

Together we will find a way.

Great towers shall stand, fires atop them, burning high into the night.

All people will travel to see your wonder that we will bring to life.

From small seeds great oaks shall rise

And your vision they will find,

As they walk out of the desert and marvel at your creation.

It will be a perfectly perfect personification.

Our hands are the missing link,

Your theory is a string;

Let me be the bow to your violin.

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