In that pond
Which housed
A thousand fishes
Of gold
And a single
One as dark
As the depthless seas
I went to fish.
Eyes fixed
After the prize
Of one unique.
And in the try
To bag the gold
(Here, the boa)
I let go
Of a hundred
Actual gold.

//I chased after a single utopian idea, a goal, and never appreciated the other opportunities that were given. //