Engaged in quiet conversation
Or fruitless contemplation,
The dreamer goes on
Striving for unattainable goals,
For a utopia
Not wishing to make do with what he has,
He stries to perfect all about him
Bringing strife and confusion where he would have idyllic beauty.
A simple piece. This shows my contempt for those who have utopian dreams. It's a fine thing to dream; it's a poor thing to dream at the expense of others.