Once upon a time

Once upon a time,

I tried to create.

From the vastness of hope

I clambered to forge a path.

In order to make the round peg fit

into a square hole.

All foreseen necessity, dictated

sheer devotion.

Much like Sisyphus whose continual

ascent, each time was met with denial.

Yet the clueless shall continue on, and until...

A calling from the Southwest, an illuminated horizon,

triggered my instincts to change course.

Everything fades to uncertainty,
 as faith remains in my grasp.