A pipe dream is a dream
No less than a burning hope
No matter how high the mountain
No matter how steep the slope

Aspirations, like fine mist,
Are here, and then gone
Some stay on like dewdrops,
Some just vaporise at dawn…

Kilobytes what once was,
Now Petabytes and more
Yet greed in its fine form
Deems useless, everything before

Grand palaces, and transport
And doth the finest silks compare?
To three square meals a day
As some vacant eyes do stare?