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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 commonplace,

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.

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.

If spirit's a sign then

it's only a matter of time.

Only a matter of time!