Jinxed

Beauty and glamour transpires
As I walk the platform on white rope
Treading the dews of Hammond
As it forms a brook around the rims


Longing for the freshness of glory
To transit to a world of tranquility
And attain the realm of utopia
With the will of my spirit. 

Amidst all struggles
I stand amidst a world unknown
Superimposed on my sensory embassy
Taking the will of my mind
Into a desert in bewildering isolation

All choices are inspired by a force
Which attracts the demons we face
Making a decision to be great
Is the beginning of a war

But,

Greatness is incurred
As we plight through the holes
And wholly shouting at the top
Oh I made it. 

There is no wrong way to do the right things
All nature functions with standards
Good and bad are generally not proportional
Jinxed by the truth

Chryss