A Game of Shadows

 

What I like never longs for me,

A fleeting dream, a restless sea.

I reach, I yearn, I hope, I chase,

Yet love dissolves without a trace.

What I try slips through my hands,

Like grains of time in sinking sands.

I build, I break, I start again,

Yet victory hides beyond my pen.

What I do, though done with might,

Never turns my dark to light.

I shape, I bend, I twist, I turn,

Yet still, the flames refuse to burn.

A game of fate, a cruel jest,

Where effort yields a hollow quest.

Yet in the ashes, I still stand,

With hope, a spark within my hand.