Dreamward Bound

Whenever, with dreamward bound eyes, I proceed
Though weary with pursuit of paths that shine,
I cruise through thoughts that team up to confine
My efforts that propel me to succeed.
Should we, from calls of our own soul, recede?
Should we, with material things, align?
Should we succumb as if we have no spine,
Or with bonds of our soul, through life, proceed?
The worldly things around us intercede.
In one complex web, we're bound by design.
On us, it leaves its mark plainly indeed;
A fruit of it, we are, it's decreed.
The ripples of time, with us, so intertwine
To bind our dreams with power that's divine.

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The perception that would enable us aim for our dreams