Стихи и Проза, Гнёт и Грёзы!

If I fulfill my deepest dream,
I have to be concerned,
About what will come within,
If I just let it be a dream.

There will be no more stunning light,
Again, what's the point?
I must have will to bear the fight,
And then I can expect the flight.

O gods, do not! I beg you, stop!
I wield my will with caution.
What will my life become on top?
The solitude? The endless slope?

I like my dream to be a dream,
And nothing will concern me,
I fear fulfilling equals sin.
So let my dream just be a dream.