Sometimes,

            in the day,

                        in my dreams,

I glimpse of that which I cannot see.

The insight and knowledge I gaze upon,

            leaves me for mad when it’s gone.

What I later recall of these glimpses I’ve seen,

is wondering if this is how some of the world could be,

                        contemplating things I cannot see?

Different avenues and paths of thought,

            whisper and flee,

                        whisper and flee.

New skies flit by,

            with knowledge and joy…

And I dismay,

            could it be only me?

With no ability to comprehend,

            nor compare,

Am I but doomed,

            to only the glimpses of greatness that I see,

                        in the day,

                                    in my dreams?