The Foolish Dreamer

The Foolish Dreamer - Stephen Williamson

I gazed upon a path, a path I felt was right.

Buckled my shoes, my belt around my waist tight.

Confident as a mighty king who rules a vast city,

but inexperienced as a fool looked upon with pity.

My mind is made up, I shall seek my treasure.

I am not ready to take the first step, but better now than never.

I parted trees, waste lands and navigated through rough seas.

My heart now heavy, my ankles very weak, Oh God guide me please.

I sat down to contemplate the terrible mistake I made.

Wait! If I turn back now, I may be able to return home in a couple of days.

But wouldn't the people of the city laugh, and consider me a crazy man?

The daughter of the rich merchant, would she ever again hold my hand?

Foolish dreamer, a foolish dreamer am I.

Words from a dear friend, I wonder if He was right?

With great anger and tremendous force I threw the first rock in sight

Bang! It collided with a large rock, I stepped forward startled by the gleaming

light. Behold, the rock was filled with crystal! And oh how they shined bright!