Dreams tumbled downward
In an endless pitfall of time,
Down upon a crowd of empty minds,
Filling the vacuum with purpose
Commensurate to the will of the soldier.
In between the opening of eyes,
Fluttering like wings of the phoenix,
Feet sprint toward the illustration of destiny
In all of her illuminated glory.
Voices cry out in desperation,
Painting the darkened canvas of night
With the colors of aesthetic truth.
Hands reach out earnestly,
Straining to grasp answers,
But answers were not there to be found.
Only their illusion in the profundity of
Human contemplation,
In the depths of a heart’s desire.
So we all fall short of glory,
We all dangle here on the edge of realization,
Perpetually waiting,
Needlessly hoping for change that
Will not come.
