Idol
The burn
to get that for what we yearn
Frustration
and pain or as smooth as a glass pane
Regardless
of reality, objectivity flails before subjectivity
For size
of the reality is relative to desirability
What’re
you prepared to sacrifice to win that golden disk?
Price’s
the blood of reward, but no certainty its betrayal named risk
There’s a
fine line between winning and destruction
To create
tears not your own is no reflection of the action
Reaction
to success or not is definitely in the eye of the taker
Expectation
beyond capability is destiny’s smirking mind undertaker
So
prepare for non-failure but guard against non-success
Inevitability
is a false premise, predicting the future self-inflicted animus
Rudyard
Kipling’s “If” still remains the golden guide
Taught
when a kid will be a lifelong gift
Never
allow emotions to replace reasoned action
Ironically,
frequently it’s going against your desire that knights you higher
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