What we see when are eyelids consummate
Aren't mere phosphenes of light
They are echoes in our hearts
Probing for a release
Echoes of dreams
What we see when we lay our lazy bodies
Aren't mere phosphenes of light
They are stars of our future
Shining through barriers
Sons of destinies
What we see when our breath relays its strength
Aren't mere phophenes of light
But psalms of antipathy
Hate for mediocrity
Soaring high even in our dreams
