Desire

Into the fire.

We storm to the beedy eye,
there’s much more at stake than pride
but much less than life itself.

The way emotions go
and with decisions in tow,
mere existence matters no more.

Weak heads flounder, lost in a sea of wants and needs
as time drains, so to do the elements of so many dreams
and the pains just seem part of the deal.

In aspiring to these glittering goals before us
the gurding loins only strive so far
– everyone sweats, bleeds and cries but the minority succeed.

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