Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
not everything is as it seems
and things are always more complicated than we think
we strive to arrive at the truth, but once there, will we recognise it?
i want to grasp something concrete,
but even the smallest of concrete particles slip through my hands. what is certain?
certainties disappear..?
the world is far beyond us.
vast, random, and powerful.
amidst the chaos, i strive for something real,
but even that eludes me.