Do you nourish the dreams of those you meet
With an enriching vigor of your own,
Or does their fervor wilt like a drooping plant
Where the sun has too ardently shone?
How little we visualize or understand,
The working of the human mind,
So like the main-spring wound up tight
Awaiting a response to unwind.
It is frightening to know as we struggle along,
Through the endless tasks of strife,
That others respect our evaluation enough
To alter the course of their life.
It command one to awaken from their ego domain,
And study the eyes of men,
For we might hold the key, to open a vault,
Where an ability, lies hidden with-in.