I heard that destiny calls in the middle of life
when you've finally cashed in your chips,
Like a too-late figment of a potential path
that you've already meandered past.
I guess the hard part about that is knowing that
even then, it is all just a lie.
Hopeful dreams abound in the mind of the desperate
who just want what they never had out of life.
Well, vitality wanes
just as cigarettes burn
to the filter
the fingers
the end.
But nothing will measure
up to the dreams
that flicker
and fade,
then go black. |
Submission Name: Target Condition Unreachable
