Chasing True Dream Poem by Mark Nixon Legaspi

In the path of time, I hunt my future
Lost in the voyage, find myself in spring
Shed of sentiment, fall in the pasture
Sweet sorrow of tears, chase to dram I sing

An echo fantasy, invites my mind
I look up in the lonely night of lotus
There is nothing except the solace blind
Sweet kiss by the art of life I noticed

A! Now, My heart is blazing red of fire
I wake up in the bright morning begin
The fire make scar on one's chest I desire
True dream I chase, better than I have been

I fly with ease in the nightingale's stream
Waiting to embrace, hug, and kiss my dream.