To be a man apart is to ride a high horse; airy roads must be followed;
Yet success is a dangerous vice; and failure, a bitter pill to swallow;
The burning of passion is a fire that rages through the forests of doubt;
Yet the wise man doesn’t burn all bridges, and knows when to put the fire out;
The seed of greatness grows well when sprinkled with dreams;
Yet the pauper survives by living within his means;
To be foolish is to fight a battle than cannot be won;
Alas, I am the author of my own destruction.
-mattieu dominic-