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.