• Imaginary, Goals and Obstacles

    Fire falls from freezing eyes
    Empty evil losing breath
    Lost to beauty, turning blind
    He never saw approaching death

    Lack of sight and all direction
    Wandering in vacant thoughts
    Tiny choices take inflection
    And change the future wrought

    And yet how easily ignored
    Is a problem not understood?
    He took the life meant to soar
    And killed it as only he could

    Crushed his soul with ambition
    And his great will with shame
    Born through fruitless intention
    Too tired to play the game

    His concern was not with rules
    But with an imaginary prize
    Sparkling like the gold of fools
    Shining only in his blind eyes