Soliloquy

Victory comes around but defeat always lurks
Hasnt yet figured out how the mind works
There’s struggle in the air where she’s thrust
She has built this edifice and won their trust
Little that’s flamboyant, there isn’t with an oak
Life has a way of making failure look like a joke,

She is almost like a flower in the rain
Slowly withering herself away in pain
But bloom she will and bloom she must
Redeeming herself by rising from the dust,

Maybe it is the magnetic pull of the finish line
Which relentlessly teases her soul to outshine
Plays these games- the devious human mind
Saying that her stars have already aligned
Picture for a moment the perfect malady
A flawless new beginning eclipsed by tragedy,

But perhaps she is like a flower in the rain
Fading into the darkness and hiding the pain
And she’ll blossom in the tenebrosity of night
To go on a rampage and set this stage alight,

And she will always be like a flower in the rain
Willing to be opened up and broken all the same
Diminishing into the bud from where it had begun
Chasing the sun for eternity up till the horizons run.