Song of a Mirage Hunter

Staggering in my walk on the highway of life,
I see a clear vision, emboldening my strife:
A city of dream Castles, as romantic, as tall,
The semantics of my life I meant; I impress or I fall!

Little do my unworthy friends realise or decree,
What heights one sees in those Castles of highest degree.
Love, lust, importance and attention : all of these are mine,
Now they are mine and now they aren't; but I really don't mind.

Look at that ol' haggard, calling himself a Wise,
What clue has that laggard, of an ego of my price?
Huh! He mocks my castle as "Material",
And calls me low as "Man"!