Still nursing the unconquerable hope, Still clutching the inviolable shade.
Dream on! Though Heaven may woo our open eyes, Through their closed lids we look on fairer skies; Truth is for other worlds, and hope for this; The cheating future lends the present's bliss; Life is a running shade, with fettered hands, That chases phantoms over shifting sands; Death a still spectre on a marble seat, With ever clutching palms and shackled feet; The airy shapes that mock life's slender chain, The flying joys he strives to clasp in vain, Death only grasps; to live is to pursue, Dream on! there 's nothing but illusion true!
He was hanging on, looking for a life preserver. He was a desperate man clutching at straws.Ferdinand Edralin Marcos