Poem for @Joey_Gone_Rouge's contest! A jet stream billows through the night lesser winds whip, turning away in plight. So far below, so much lesser; always held back by its constant aggressor. A breeze laments over hope concealed- a hidden ideal, never to be revealed. Tossed back and forth, it could never reach What's so high above; Its grasp could never breach What it constantly dreams of. Enfolded in reverie, the wind dies down The jet stream full of power; widely renowned. "Another prospect squandered; Another hope conquered." What use is a dream; what does it do, When it often serves to kill you?
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