vision, wishing on the who, on which do I stare
and I've fallen where, and do I even care?
The rhetorical that spawns the moral of chasing hares
slow and steady, with the aim no more side-track with the blame
though the games the same your tracks to my side
with it's own finish line, we've all got that to call, mine
needed time to realign, to reline my design
to write the outline of hope around obscure fate's decline
for me thats truth, when the two and life combine.