Can anyone correct the poem I wrote? Please help me to make it sound more natural and rhythmic Ideal This is what cam keep flame alive And inspires to hold on and strive. It can hardly be given a name, But without it life has no aim. Thughts about it haunt like deja vu, You are young and it's waiting for you, And in dreams it's so fantastic and great That whole being or yours is afraid. Afraid to meet it you still dream and feel That the happiness dream is just for real. But years go by and comes the day When all your desires just flow away. You fell upset and silly. What upsets you most Is you don't know what exactly you have lost. It can hardly even be given a name, But life without it is a game with no aim. But even more upsetting is to meet ideal And not to admit that it can be real. For everybody it is not the same, That's why it can't be given a name.