The Determination of Fools and Heroes

 

Tortured soul wandering all around

Trying in vain to find his way

Unfilled hole and yet still drowned

Bearing the strain, tireless dismay

 

Tripping his feet over every curb and bump

He stumbles along this path

Begging for a seat to fit his sad slump

He fumbles with the math

 

Arms outstretched long and eyes blazing ahead

The soul depressed gasps a tired sigh

His life gone wrong like the psychics said

He was obsessed with this life gone awry

 

The distance in sight something he sees

A faint thing to touch true

A tiny white light melts his deep freeze

Merely brings such a hue

 

Warmth overwhelms his very deep core

Glowing hope that might fill his prayer

Burning his limbs and every single pore

Lessening slope edges him closer to air

 

Wings spread out and knees bent

With goal in sight up high

Triumphant shout what was meant –

His soul will never die