One Man's Dream

Day and night I run to chase my dream,
Night and day my senses gather steam,
I watch in thrill my hideout go shallower,
And I'm left to face a gushing stream.

The moment beckons. A storm will brew up soon,
Amidst the rubble of mankind, do you hear a tune?
I mistook it once for Nero's fiddle,
Ah, hope ain't dead yet, still we sing and croon.

One man's dream to fill the air with bliss,
And to help me hear the sickles swish
In the widened vale of crimson red
Shall ever make me dream my world, I wish!