I knew what it meant.
I felt what I knew.
I dreaded what I felt.

In all turns, there was no avoiding it.
The outcome was inevitable.
Each step a sting of torment and sorrow.

This path of forsaken wonders.
Wonders of bliss and warmth,
Drenched in the canopy of pleasure.

I sought to have what I can't claim:
A reach beyond my sight.
A broken glass on stormy seas,
A lost course to treasure island,
Always and forever a losing game.