We all sleep but we don't have the same dreams;I come from the abyss but the stars I aim.The obstacles I've seen give me the screamsBut I have this resolve to surmount them.The sky is for things that have wings and flyAnd water for all the things that can swim;Season comes in all shades, plain wet or dryAnd dreams, just like physiques, come stout or slim.Though my path is blocked by a great