Purpose

 

Imprisoned in the bastille of today,

unbriefed on the realities of tomorrow,

big hopes and dreams for the time to come,

and the ever ringing sorrow of the fear of failure.

These sharp pebbles along my path,

some of them faces i recognize,

the ones a stones throw from my heart,

be the ones who truly circumscribe my calling, my vocation

Every step along the way ; many golden pheasants,

 bringing about fancy new hope by the horizon,

but every second spent with the hoaxes,

shills away the true path of the cognizant phoenix

Many hearts aflame with ambition,

of men confined in the matrix,

each one aspiring to be the deviation,

hoping to be different from the uttermost

We are but imprisoned in the bastille of today,

unbriefed on the realities of tomorrow,

big hopes and dreams for the time to come,

and the ever ringing sorrow of the fear of failure.