Of Wishes Poem by Lazarus Knix

What lures a mind to lethargy?
What dulls a golden wit?
What corrodes the clarity,
Of thoughts distinguished?
It is a man’s distractions,
Time spent in bleak complaints.
Tis’ slow, inactive anguish,
Which brings one to restraint.

A pessimist’s analysis,
Invoked in introversion,
Is but a black paralysis,
A sinister cohesion,
Of thoughts tarred-and feathered,
By one’s inactivity,
Where idleness and failure,
Meet in matrimony.

For every single second spent,
Resting by the fire,
One is further distanced,
From obtaining his desires.
A man has never gained success
With just a will to wonder,
So Rise, Rise, Rise against!
Against each empty, vague romance-
Against the entropic, armless dance
Against days spent, fruitlessly fishing
In a barren sea of wasteful wishing.