The fire of youth inspires boundless, profound expression. At times this expression exceeds logical magnitude.
Hatred can be so incessant that one will not tire of it; Like a man who makes it his life’s work to succeed In creating what his vision casts in stone for years ahead
But one day this life long struggle with adversity presents Itself to that once youthful man Who can now only see the ludicrous angles of it.
(Sinking into a slumber and exhausted state this man’s Passion is now the embers, not the fire) And the apex of blindness in absolutism Turns into a linear hue. As the embers fade and part of the psyche gradually Turn to ashes, the moribund purgatory Of anticipation presents itself. When all the embers are grey, the candle is blown out. A life of scorn can scourge no more.