Life is an empty dream

Life is an empty dream

And dreams are to be realized,

For what they tend to seem.

Life is an earnest desire,

Making one to kindle the fire,

Grave isn't its ultimate 

holy grail to aspire.

In the bivouac of life,

We are Peregrine ,

wandering the soul for nest,

For the right alignment of mind and heart

For taking deep slumber for rest.

But time is fleeting

Making the actions in life tremendously beating,

Leaving footprints on the sand of time.

Let us then, the earnest soul

Rise high to eternity,

Still achieving and pursuing

every moment bestowed on us.

Let the soul move,

aim, feel and express,

Making the thoughts sublimed,

To make the heart take a leap

Rising to the divine heights.