An Idea So Rich

Allowance That is the true crime to my mind Allowing entrance of this Idea An Idea so intoxicating It Blinded Me Clouded Judgement Drove me through a Fog That I should've never gone through The Burning Light It was the only appeal I could see through the Fog The only thing that even enticed my interest Was it Fantasy? Most likely Fantasy Enshrouded with Arrogance of my own Design A Design So Flawed So Young It would have been the End of myself Had I continued after it Perhaps, allowing the boat to float on Was the best I did for my well being Staying Or Even Attempting to go Aboard Would have proven Fatal In possibly, the most dangerous of ways..