Was just a wisp of willowy thought, adrift out in the distance.
Has now become consuming desire, overcoming all resistance.
Bits and pieces now entwine, what a special time, for now I see.
Collect and store, bring into the night, in sleep coalesce for me.
I have a dream, built on that thought, and now is very clear.
What I have dreamt, I now must live, and live it without fear.
For the essence of the thought, is to do what in life is right.
May not be easy or popular, always keep the goal in sight.
Rarely is thanks given, and really there's no need.
I just do what must be done, thanks is in the deed.
So it is I had this thought which turned into this dream.
No matter what the thought it can become life's theme.
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