Building Air Castles

 

There is a joy in chasing horizons,

And burning hands with fire that frightens,

But what of the chase, if not for freedom,

Of seeing something that no-one can fathom?

Of splashing colours on canvas unbridled,

Of seeking answers to unheard riddles,

And what of the ideas, if not chastised,

Of chasing that which is truly prized?