Ok, I know this isn’t the exact prompt but it was the inspiration. Please forgive the awful punctuation because this is a draft still in works.
Dream of a Dream:
I dream of a dream that isn’t a dream
But a memory, or so it seemed –
And in this dream, that wasn’t a dream
I dreamt of times long ago.
I face a face that isn’t a face
But a race which was long displaced –
And in the face, that wasn’t a face
I faced an ancient foe.
I live a life that isn’t a life
But for nigh, I soon decide-
That this life wasn’t the life,
I lived in strife even so.
I man a man that isn’t a man
But a clone of a forsaken land –
And though the man wasn’t a man
I manned him with fitful woe.
I see a sea that isn’t a sea
But a desert of sand and flea –
And in this sea, that wasn’t a sea
I watch freedom grow.
I flock the flock that isn’t a flock
But men who were under key and lock –
And this flock that wasn’t a flock
We flocked each in a row.
We dream the dream of memories
And learned to face that ancient foe,
To have a life without strife
Where a clone of a man can go
Across the sea, in flocks to be free
In a time not so long ago