Fighter of A Million Dreams

O captain my captain,
be the first words ye hear,
For Carpe Diem be second,
more lovely to your ear,
And how have you aged,
fine and remarkable,
a bloody mess you’ve created,
the white lilies, are now roses in hold,
for such life ye have,
for such bravery,
where thy honor be?
For it in the heart of many?
Or those of slavery.
You are wise, and yet young
And you have shown,
a desk set be flung,
you forget not of your desire,
you forget not of your dreams,
for that is where you’ve flown,
at reality, is now your dream.
Owh Neil,
poor soul,
Or truly, a lucky one?
Free from the world of its chains binding you,
letting snowflakes grace your skin as you smile,
you have grown,
you are wise.
Such a waste of talent,
such a pity i see,
for how sad i am for you,
you deserve to be you.
You deserve that open sky,
when clouds find new friends,
see it through your eyes,
how vast is the limit, it’ll never end.
Where do we stand today Neil?
Absolutely lower than you.
We are chained,
but not you.
Fly free my friend.
And Seize The Day.
O captain my captain,
you have taught well,
he is smiling upon us,
we bid him well.
We may die tomorrow,
but today, we shall live again.
Carpe Diem.
Carpe Diem.

Dedicated to a good friend of mine, Neil Perry from Dead Poets Society.

Edit: To those who know this, basically this is plagiarism. Don’t commit it. I’m only giving you spoilers on the story. the rest, you have to find it yourself.

Much Love, Azlil.Ash.

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