A legacy of life comes down and bathes man in its dream.
The pinnacle of sights unseen – it soars from the light beam.
Some pinpoint times when beams come down and crushes those below.
The dreams were more than man could meet. They come down very slow.
It happened in a dynasty; a name that’s known to all.
The dream crash landed in our midst. Of this we were appalled.
This man, amid the praise of those who bid him, “Be like ‘they’.”
Cannot abide those thoughts beside; he’s had his own rough day.
Built up beyond what could contain a mold for him to fit.
It’s hard enough to live one’s life. Their plans don’t help a bit.
Expectations can be somewhat good if reasonable they are.
When we project for other’s too, we’ve strayed and gone too far.