Control Deck

If I discard my dreams, to my surprise my load feels lighter
without the blinder of my goals the path I walk glows slightly brighter
despite their lofty origins, a clouds a heavy thing
lay I down lofty hopes and find the breath to sing
The mystery ,then, that I cannot walk off thusly unburdened
a tinkerer must live in my heart behind a secret curtain
he whiles away a craftsman's day
determined and wistfully sculpting and shining
magnificent machines that I will
crush and discard of as soon as I find 'em.