Visions of keen aspiration grow blurry
by trials, blinding one's faith, and 
trading pearls for rocks,
as they amble through shaky ambitions
with black specs on,
trying to decipher the universe's paradoxes.

Delights slowly grow ancient until they 
become extinct like the mastodon,
and its memories buried like fossils
under the shore of regrets,
wondering if the intangible 
could ever be real.

Silver bullets of life's problems and pain 
seek to pierce one's visions,
 however, if they remain steadfast 
and walk where the angels
walk, greater power will come,
putting the planets in one's grasp.

So, hold on tightly to your visions
with faith beyond sights,
treading through wearying days,
usurping fears and doubts
until resolve becomes a toastmaster,
 and fighting for the heart's sole desire is re-awake.