Dream Chaser, a Haunted!

We are the weapon, the treasure and the illimited secret of continuation. To escape that mingled, unclear bottle of distress, one should pass through the neck of it. And then, just then, you win or..

                                

Wake up believer...
Two hours are left,
The tic-tac insists, violates.
Sank in unconscious visions,
The Freudian dreams.
So unreal, so foggy unreal in between.
Dig martyr-like for a badge.
Be a token of non-like Amine, Sara,
Neither Imane, nor Aymen.
The ones you met, meet and will,
And will, namely your family,
Extended family, friends, a nerd,
A prom queen, Gates, or whatever!
See the ellipsis huh?
It's the gap where you assimilate,
To God's fate, own speculation.
Your own zone of the World Cup,
Where no referees, no FIFA.
You...and you and a bunch of adversaries.
Where you relate ,
And embrace the whole of Mr.unknown,
You of no fragments.
No xenophobic reflection.
No stimilus-response behaviourism.
That of Pavlovic conditioning and proceed:
I am a human, not a dog,
Not a bell!
Sway amidst the rays.
Vis-à-vis their egocentric horizon,
Betray their fears and float in,
In your bubble, a fortess from unprecedented raids.
You, a sole musketeer from a mystic endurance.
Thus, take the prize and fly!
Try!