To dream an impossible dream, To bear the grief of farewells, To burn with a fever of longing, To go where no one else goes. To love right up to the breaking, To love—too deeply, even wrong, To strive, unarmed and shaken, To reach that unreachable star. This is my quest: To follow that star. I care not for chances, I care not for time Nor for desperate despair. And still I will fight Without rest, without why, Damn my soul For one golden word of love. I do not know if I’ll be that hero, Yet my heart would be at peace, And the cities would splash with blue Because one lonely man Still burns, though all else is ashes— Burns on, too fiercely, too flawed, To stretch, to bleed himself apart, To reach the unreachable star.
