Dreamer
I am one of Copper's Insiders, but am not wiling to disclose my name. Regardless, I know the rules of AS and heed them.
(Poetry post)
The Dreamers dream,
The Speakers speak,
The Visionaries See;
Living out a golden prayer
For all the world to share
But then we're home
And all alone
Who pays attention then?
It matters not how powerful;
We still are flesh and bone
The Speakers speak
The Dreamers dream
Like lampstands on a hill
Open-handed, generous
So all can drink their fill
Blazing power can take a toll
But the public never sees
The Speaker, Dreamer, Poet, slip
And crumble to her knees
The instinct is to always Heal,
To turn that Power out
Always giving, sharing, more
Rise to fill that need
So the Speaker stands onstage
Amid applause and love
Gracious to a fault
Until the lights go down
And step, step, stumble
The Speaker's on the ground
I'm just a kid, but I have seen
Some striking Speakers falter
Screaming in an empty church,
Crumbled at the altar.
Because the Speakers only seek
And Dreamers only dream
The Visionaries only see the world
Mended, whole again
Until their well of Self runs dry
Until their heartbeat fumbles
These stupid Seers never seem
To realize they're human
Charismatic to a fault
Driven by the Vision
I've heard it said that time to breathe
Is stolen from the Mission
I can see that makes no sense
That you've got to tend your body
But then again, the Healer's mind
Doesn't bend to logic.
I worry for my Dreamer friends
That only see their Vision
I hope and pray their crash and burn
Will serve a timely lesson
A Dream can only be as strong
As the body that it lives in
Too many Dreamers run aground
Burned out and exhausted
Burnout is a surefire way
To undermine a Mission
As the body finally fails
Flogged into submission
There is no shame in stopping here!
There is no fault in resting!
If you must, force yourself,
Stop and pause, reflecting
Look at all the ears that hear
Who look up, all admiring
Let them see you need to rest
And that the body's tiring!
Be a model, show for once
That the human mind must rest
Bodies need to sleep and dream
It isn't laziness.
Maybe, Dreamer, this could be
A part of the song you sing
You've got the voice, you've got the chance
An audience listening
Or not, I know, I'm just a kid
I haven't got a vote
But, my Dreamer. if you will...
Consider what I wrote.
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