For I have no wish to move planets;
I have neither the power nor will,
And heaven can stay right above me,
And the angels can laugh at my skill.
The world I know cannot be conquered;
Peevish logic would not have me try,
And death will come sooner or later
For a slumber my mind can’t deny;
And though I have dreams to be soaring
With the wind as my mantle and shield,
Reality always comes roaring
To submit to its wisdom and yield.
Yet something still trembles inside me
When confronting despotic regimes;
Though greatness itself may elude me,
I’ll still splash in the wealth of my dreams.
2019 © Sonya Annita Song