A web of passion,
A web of fashion,
A web of precision,
A web of caution.
A web of action,
A web of function,
A web of connection,
We're told to dream, to make great plans
We're given praise for thoughts deemed grand
With eyes tightly shut, Imagination births
It slowly rises up, ascending from the Earth...
With time and distance, the dream loses form
A premature bubble, popped. The heart is torn
We may moan, and we may groan...
But alas, a new bubble is about to form.
Maybe this is it. The one that will soar