A pedestal with four points of particular interest,
takes my interest and plagues my mind day by day,
I cherish the thought of someday being graced by one of these interests,
but I know deep down this will not occur.
Why is a person who is seen as strong,
is sometimes weaker than those who are known as cowards?
It requires much strength to get over a mountain,
but a molehill is sometimes a far greater climb.
When will a simple path show the light of day?
When will answers be provided for the few who have done little wrongs?
For the few that have done little wrongs in their time,
I hate you for having minimal flaws,
flaws are what make us human,
and at the same time keep us from finding bliss.
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