A suited man smiled said:
"It's just a matter of time
You can have the world at your feet

by tomorrow
just sign on this line."
Hold tight... limelight!

Approaching the paramount
with the sun in our eyes
fearing family ties, legalies,

compromise

In a dimly lit room with a stool as his

stage
a dream-stricken prince of a pauper's
descent

haunts the eavesdropping silence
that presses his window
as he sweats a performance

to an audience that ticks on the wall

To the practical observer

It's just a matter of time
"You can deviate from the com-
monplace

only to fall back in line."
I understand mine's a risky plan
and your system can't miss

But is security after all a cause
or symptom of happiness?


Brave, yet afraid, his eyes on horizon
in a steady-set gaze
a mariner soon from an open cocoon

takes a moment to summon his courage
to stifle his grave apprehension and
trembling, approaches the surf

A father's benediction as his hopeful
son departs
to brave the sea of rage and conquer

at all costs

lingers in his memory

and visions still surviving in a logic-
proof shell
that should have been held sacred, safe

and hidden well
are compromised in usury
with every rising sun that yields no

sight of land
the hesitation cultivates within the
tired man

and rumors spread of mutiny
and though the time will come when
dream and day unite

tonight the only consolation causing
him to fight
in fearless faith in destiny


Even when plans fall to pieces
I can still find the courage

with promise I've found in my faith

Likely or not, it's a dream that we keep

and at odds with our senses we'll climb
But if faith is the answer, we're already
reached it

And if spirit's a sign
then it's only a matter of time