AT THE EDGE.

Dissecting Impressions,

Freeze framing perceptions,

Stark observation, personal turns,

Frills rejected times shaken, tested;

No warmth ebbs on crystal clear concerns,

Purpose governed by interactions

Without which just futile attractions.

Ticking, the years of toil, saturates fervor to quench

needs gratifying importance; shapes of worth,

Fortune entices confidence burns of sorts, drenched

unaware of its non pious curse.

Then, trepidations form circumstance created,

Harboring of talent crawls to the surface unrelated,

unfocused views shift; hammered practical dictates

that shun the piper dire-straits,

Those foolhardy desires had once said: Talent can wait,

Delaying good earning potential, a minor mistake;

Crisis stands ominous at the stocks ready to run through

chosen gates,

A call to surrender deciding what's best, for other lives are at stake;

Persuasions and worries act to accept the cold behaviour of fate,

And for many, choice never comes for their fortunes don't blow

to see the light of day.