My whole life it distracted me,
The truth before me lay,
And consequence impacted me
On each and every day.
That which I sought was not the thing
Which lay before my eyes,
Chimeric, soul-enlivening,
But vestige of disguise
Concealing merely nullity,
Vacuity of will,
While, as the chance escapes from me,
I stare, mesmerized still.
Will-o’-the-wisp, have I grown old
While, comet-like, you darted?
Have foolish hopes sparked like fool’s gold
Too instantly departed?
Debris and wastage in my wake
I strew, and keep on strewing,
Splinters and shards of old heartbreak
That newly I keep ruing.