Gazing wistfully high up in the sky
A soul in darkness wishing to break free
If not the stars, at least the fire-fly;
For bondage it is not destined to be.
Leaping desires, never curbed within,
Tireless efforts adding up to pay
Mind enters that world, one has never been
Time rolls on, wait for that "ripened" day.
Passion stokes the fires of ambition
An impetus to beat those obstacles
Guiding one closer to destination
Away from failure's pricking tentacles.
Exhausted, then passion flickers away
This is when the patience comes into play!