A dreamer is born,
blossoming from the undercurrents of the infinite ocean,
the ocean of life, the ocean of imagination,
emerging out of the cataclysmic explosion

He sees the world before him,
an unusual aura engulfing him and other mortals,
an aura of love and hatred, a world colored in light and dark shades,
simplicity intermingled with complications

The world influences him as he affects the same,
an interdependency, symbiosis, predator-prey relationship,
Only if he could stand aloof and watch as a spectator
But he knows his dream is fruitless as it stands on the verge of impossibility

And so he dreams again,
burdening himself with ambitions and life-tasks,
Responsible he becomes and caring too,
To what end, he still doesn’t know.