..the idea of what is.

Lost from the beginning, there was no hope.
Why was the mind so sure on what was unobtainable?

Clouded judgment of what is, what is to be.
A void action turned to misunderstanding...backfires.

One can only hope to learn from such stupid mistakes.
Shattered as I am, I will not give in to the blinding light ahead.

Sincerely, is it worth it?