i was wondering about the future
and then that fear came slowly without notice
i am
constantly inconsistent
with my appointments and intent
considerably unaware
of the importance of dreams once dreamt
apathy controls me
perpetual to no end
but the spark ive been holding
shows dimly only for a moment
for the winners its no contest
failure is an object
something to reject
what i perceive can never fool me
for i've seen how the lines get tricky
and the story line keeps weaving
with themes im not conceiving
my intrest went missing
its simple yet deceiving
