Harvest of Haste.

The thoughts that cultivated into the harvest of haste.
Laid all my efforts of reconciliation to waste.

The love still vanished as I tried to contain.
And so began my life of misery and pain.

Hiding from shadows and staying so low.
I already knew what I needed to know.
The things I could fight I did let them go.
But instead I tried to conquer the snow.

And the snow was cold as I had been told.
So I needed to dig deep to strike the gold.
As my skin wrinkled and as I turned old.
The failures that I faced were hard to behold.

The sickness creeped in and took its toll.
I lost my strength but still had my soul.
With no one besides me but a heart with a hole.
Lost and bewildered and without a role.

The business of world seemed so strange.
My thoughts were random and hard to arrange.
All of my ambitions were out of my range.
How hard I tried but I could not change.