An ideal dream.

The unwritten rules they wrote.

The unrisen they choke. 

They want to  in-flu-ence you. 

There are those who are outstanding in their field. 

And those out standing in their field. 

Both have there merit. 

Sparse space between the two. 

But the field of dreams still breaks though. 

Idealist how can that be. 

Thought surely there was none left like thee. 

They tried to hide thine own mind. 

Days ago, another day of the unknowns and so say all of I. 

Ideally a great idea if we where not indifferent. 

Ideas they held in the dream can't make it mainstream. 

There are those, them and they. 

All experience dismay. 
And the kicks of everyday. 

Glad to dream life away, reality it could be better, but ideas are kept astray for no one feels the same way. 

Idea how did you end up this way, wasted  in society's ashtray.