I’ll be brief:
You’re a thief.
Seen scene stealing at night,
In broad daylight.
Lie, lie, repeat.
Why did you choose the identity you stole?
The villain role.
Or was that your goal?
To be found out.
Because you will without a doubt.
Too many choices.
Too many courses.
Lots of remorses.
The play pen.
The opium den.
The pre of pretend.
Too much to comprehend.
The dabbler's dead end.
A last stand on quicksand.
Good things come to those who persevere.
Make a seven step plan at least.
There’s a lot to be said for elbow grease.
And like the flower needs the soil,
Every reward requires toil.
So do the math:
It’s not the destination but the path.
The ending is just the perk.
The real part is the work.
The made up mind.
This is a last stand of sorts.
With zero wiggle room by all reports.
You see seven wands lined up in a favorable position.
And you in the center, having made your decision.
You see seven wands all in a row.
And you in the middle with the courage to say No.