The document is a series of stanzas where the author expresses having fantasies of accomplishing various feats such as writing, climbing Mount Everest, swimming, mining for gold, and more. For each fantasy, the author states that the only tools they had were their mind, body, skills, and in some cases an object like a parachute or rose to help them achieve their dreams. The recurring theme is expressing dreams or fantasies while highlighting the inner strengths and tools one possesses to potentially make those dreams a reality.

1. TOOLS
I had a fantasy to write prolifically; inundate every space of bonded paper with
exquisite literature,
The only tools I had were my knotted fingers; a labyrinth of impeccable tunnels in my
brain; to pen down the lines; transform my dream into tangible reality.
I had a fantasy to clamber Mount Everest; reach its Herculean summit suspended
in thin wisps of clouds,
The only tools I had were my strong legs; an overwhelming tenacity in my mind to
set my foot on the coveted peak.
I had a fantasy to swim amidst the swirling waves; relish the pungent spray of the
ocean splashing across my cheek,
The only tools I had were my muscular arms; the exhilaration in my body propelling
me to surge forward.
I had a fantasy to scratch scintillating crusts of gold; from the mammoth chain of
underground rocks,
The only tools I had were my incongruously extruding nails; the pertinence in my
persona to keep peeling; till I found that incorrigible glow.
I had a fantasy to drink frosty milk; sip the unadulterated elixir with great relish
painstakingly down my throat,
The only tools I had were my articulate fingers to extract the same from mother cow;
alongwith a canister to fill the same as it oozed out.
I had a fantasy to smell the stupendously exotic; drown in its fragrance for times
immemorial,
The only tools I had were the incredibly red and redolent rose; a pair of supremely
sensitive nostrils; drawn inevitably towards the flower.
I had a fantasy to ride on the majestic lion; caress my hands nimbly through the
beasts nape,
The only tools I had were a stick impregnated with tanned leather; loads of
unprecedented and daunting courage enveloping my demeanor.
I had a fantasy to plummet head on from the aircraft; fly uninhibitedly in the
galaxy of resplendent stars; before reaching the earth,
The only tools I had were conventional strings of the parachute strapped to my
back; astronomical amounts of resilience in my countenance; to descend like an
angel from the heavens.

2. I had a fantasy to voraciously read through a library of books; profusely blend with
the history of medieval times,
The only tools I had were my insatiable ability to imbibe; crystalline and emphatic
eyes bestowed upon me by the Creator.
I had a fantasy to listen to enchanting music; drift myself wholesomely towards the
most mesmerizing and melodious tunes,
The only tools I had were insurmountable patience to wait for the nightingale to
open its beak; hollow spaces of my eardrum to assist me grasp the rhapsody
in the sound.
And I had fantasy to philander in the aisles of ravishing romance; burn passionately
in the flames of immortal love and desire,
The only tools I had were my mightily pounding heart; and my impeccable yet
enchanting beloved.