The Fools Dream

Not only he hopes to reach it, he can see it as clear as the sky
The visions persist, they haunt his soul, he doesn't really know why.
The grail sought by many, infiltrates his dreams, he wanders all the day,
and when night falls, exhausted by the trail, his dreams come to a stay.

What happens to a dream that's ripe, and almost within one's grasp,
Does it get replaced by a dream that's far off, or does it really last?
For each dream kills the mind that dreams, some fester, while others roar,
and waking up, you conveniently forget, as hope walks out of the door.

If dreaming be a crime, hang the fool- with speed, and style,
what if others start to dream - oh plans such ugly and wile!
Not all dreams matter, aren't some just the opium of the soul- so ordinary,
But to dream of the grail, is beyond limits, how can he escape the drudgery?

Trading one dream for another, the fool deliberately loses sight of the grail,
Despite the sentence for life- he's on the move, making best use of the bail.