"opertunity" poems
Destinations. Practical
yet my unsatisfied being
awaits an anticipated surreal opertunity
Discouraged by my chances
my hopes stay high
I will rise up against my chances
so my destinations are practical
Mar 11, 2012
Mar 11, 2012 at 1:00 AM UTC
We see mountains in the distance and decide they're something to climb,
We see opertunity within grasp and claim "it must be mine",
But these are shimmering mirages with the lustre of fools gold,
They are stairways painted on walls which hope they do enclose,
Holding dear within those smoke forged prey we create to catch so fast,
But time withers our realm and reach by our past,
But lasting thoughts are there as ghosts and remain to haunt,
Strengthened by those on mountaintops who decide that they should flaunt,
And taunt us with false wisdom that they preach,
So I know now there are mountaintops I'll never reach.
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 7:22 PM UTC