Imaginary Sabotage

Among those who lack conviction Aspiration stays but a mirage And for those crafting mountains from mole hills Detriment a deadly barrage Believers of strange eyes upon them Flaunt shame as a wristed corsage And without the courage to soften their hackles Huddle confined to mind's dank garage Clever are inventors of futuristic fear Pasting pictures to a specious collage Lamenting what isn't before them with dread Self-subjected to vexation's entourage