Philosophical

My dreams are clear 
I see all the detail 
I want an end to fear 
And knowledge to prevail 
The plan seems sound 
I know it could work 
But after telling it round 
Many think I’m some kind of jerk 
 
What’s wrong with me 
I can not say 
Are my dreams what’s clouded 
Or does my speech get in the way 
 
Many misunderstand my druthers 
I only want to end the suffering of others, 
Why can’t I express what’s on my mind 
With more than some short prose, with a rhyme 
 
I see a place we all can find 
Where we all can think, create, and give, 
With no need to bleed, or pay homage to divine, 
That still encourages growth, and has reason to live, 
Or is this all an illusion in my clouded mind?

Clouded Dreams or Garbled Speech