No Dying Dreams Poem by Joshua Benjamin

Dreams outside the space of time,
Never on bended knees to reason,
Neither on standing feet to purpose,
Yet, it's no will to believe it's just a wish,
Rootless without a defined course or route,
Is my destination in pictures, a reflection of my joy,
Why am I so ignorant of a chance to truly live,
Torn apart by many opinions, diverse perceptions,
This isn't the me created… this is just helpless clay trying to make sense,
Pulled out of the womb of pain,
Told that there was some ancient prophecy without a voice,
All in a moment, my time walks with a waving hand,
Soon stops to give me a long, careless hug,
Amid its rush towards meeting its ancestors called eternity,
Oh, that my ignorance knew its worth but not its place,
Knowing that 'I don't know' speaks peace to peace,
A reflection of my identity in one beyond the skies,
My dream still lives because death is alien to its reality.