Chasing Ideals

In the distance, I see a House.

Dying in this barren minefield,

Eyeing those ideals,

And wondering why I am here-

Lying comfortably in this field of ugliness.

Inside, I want to be there, but I do not

Strive to reach there;

Mourning my

Inability to

Move. Walk down the

Path.

Obstructed by mines that wall me in, I'm a

Sucker,

Setting goals

I will not even try to achieve

Because I'm comfortable in this white minefield,

Lazy to

Enter the House of Ideals.