If i can’t see the dark edge of despair
my mind on the brink of collapse,
will I see the sought out fame,
all this time the choices I’ve made
to please others but myself
created mindful transgression.
If only existance of the thing
real as seldom obsession
written in world’s dictionary
to bend the meaning at my will.
Would I then so mindlessly
try to achieve that solemn dream
standing on top of all (everything),
empty fate denied trying to fullfill.
Mind’s bended now last in line
the eminence of power
grabbed a hold of me still.
Will I following it’s call
lose my purpose
bend to it’s will?