I go to talk to Daydream,
Fantasy is that I got a gift-word,
Then I went to thine world,
The daydreaming mystic.
My high one, I heard your power is unimaginable,
Fathom, such formal to rule such a power,
But ye heard I am Daydream’s servant.
Well, excuse me, Provoke approached me,
Who was fearless with his words.
He was mighty to his own,
And he looked at me, saith like,
Thou art the heir to Provoke’s throne,
But Daydream is your heir.
Well, ye shall defeat Sin,
Although it’s tough,
But when you have done it,
Miraculous in thine,
Shall flourish like a miracle,
Then Thankful will keep ye in all the world,
And every spirit shall walk towards you,
And then thou willeth looketh at everything.
The wind blows where it destinations,
But we are from that which define us,
Wake up, time to believe in ourselves,
Then can we hear from our soul,
The bridge between soul and body,
But well, we are diving our vehicle,
We drive our body, are not we?
Youth would believe thou if thee hath faith in thyself,
Then I’ve heard in wisdom
No one is perfect, but I say, no excuse,
Well, to be great, you have to act like one,
And might ye ask, how doest I know such a wise?
A personification named Fool told me about Wisdom.
Wisdom was Fool’s best friend.
Every spirit looks surprised, then well,
A meeting like this must be the blessing of Peace!
Inspired by Final Fantasy X
© Ismael Mansoor