When just a glance
offers no chance.
When a quiet remember
ignites angry ember
While offering some solution
quickly dies our absolution
With every offered ideal
there seems a ready deal
I walked inside a mirage the other day,
I thought i had sort of found my way
yet I was schooled
there was still some recompense
to help me certain not make any sense
of the world around me
the choices astound when we
lose our way
for the light of some distant thoroughfare
would shadow reality if their own fare
were an ultimatum that offered choice
an opportunity to personally rejoice
while the other, the saboteur seems an outlier
quickly thought to be just that suggested crier.
While in truth the merits of one
would that we were never done.