The Visionary's Dream

Trapped inside the walls of learning, where a white collar was the new theme

A dreamer gazed into the window of thoughts, struggling to realize his own dream

Escaping the shackles and succor of certainty, the outside world he admired

Stepping away from the puzzle of numbers, to seek the meaning he desired

Coming across the place he was born, he noticed a family in shame

Sighting them hold a tender young soul, he was clueless what was to blame

Disturbing image of a nearby victim he saw, acid dripping from her skin

A scar given by a man in pain, her heart he wanted to win

Rainbow colored queers he saw on the streets, asking for the right to breathe

Suffocated by the branches of arrogance, a holy book was the seed

He missed his friends in the hour of play, a test they couldn't ace

Two digits on a sheet of paper, brought their family disgrace

Returning home while the sun being set, to feel his heart take a swirl

Recognizing the young soul lifeless on a screen, at fault was being a girl

On and on he dreamt that night, running his train of thoughts

Getting closer and closer to the pattern, as he connected all the dots

Wanting to end all the pain and suffering, that damaged society like a thorn

Finding pride at the core of distress, a new visionary was born

Lifting the pen of modesty and humility, virtues he had an eye for

To illuminate the world with the light of reason, became his eager dream to die for.