Resolve
I
wrote a poem, and I set is aside
But
the words leapt off the page as if they were on fire
I
wanted it to be the beginning of the end
Of
a land where I grow restless, longing to hit SEND
Should
there ever be that one final piece
Which
claims the conclusion to this beast?
Would
there ever be that final scrawl across the page
That
left me so satisfied, I never again felt the rage
Perhaps
I should look longer
For
the keys to success couldn’t be farther
When
you cast a wide net, you hope for a bigger catch
You
work diligently, hoping for that match
And
at long last, when you’ve made the journey for the solution
All
you are left with is zero absolution
