In Thoughts You Are Perfect

In thoughts you are perfect
in thoughts you do not quail
bicycle minus wheel
in spirit never fails

In life things are harder
you could not be bound
when the ideal came circling
and took yoursecond round

And now you sift what is
and what’s only dreamed
you wish that wheel were yours
but it was not so deemed

Do not grieve without it
why rage at the fates?
The one that remained
is sound and in place

Why value it little
for the perfect you burn
try to lend it more trust
start to live, do not mourn