The youthful active ambition
Giving sprees to passionate being
Struck with wonder and means
Means of the mind to drive dreams
Vows, devotion, reason to breathe
Now stuck placated in odd order
Martyr of time on rollercoaster rides
Worshipping what's never been
But potential to surmise always
Reveries found at the top suite
After an endless stairwell in hell
Hoping to find the desire to be
Blood dripping in absolute woe
Of nourishing simplicity to the end
Once happy to humiliate for thee
Now dreary in ages of broodingly
Stubborn stomach I nibble bread
"potential to surmise"
We collectively have this ability. Well said. ~S~