Engines

Engines

My heart is charged
Reunited with its best friend

Its power is rising
The engine is hammering

It won’t calm down a bit

Morpheus opens the mind stream
Like the god he no doubt is

His hands are strong
But his back is weak

His spine is severed
Leaving a book behind

His pen cannot be lifted
To the ledger to write

And now the old man sobs and cries

He will succumb,
But you have power

His dreams trust you
To do what’s due

Take your fantasy
And make it real

The pen has escaped his hand
Take the moniker of the old man

Turn the page, begin where he left
You control the life you’ll build

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