Jaded Emptiness !

One fragment of thought, sparks the flame 

tearing through my veins, soon become a conflagration

Burning within a desire to create a masterpiece, 

to excel, for one time, never cease 

Waking up every morning, with a flicker of inspiration

Walking thru the burning Pyre, falling, failing,

trying to shape my dream, sometime selling 

it in lieu of better dreams

but every time
I see reality as a fault of my dreams
Truth seems to be an ally of stuff  forbidden
Where shall I begin my search for thou?
Which Road to travel, to make a difference?

So many question, whose answer 
exist as a shadow of reality

determined to cleaves this interstellar gloom

Moving on, but every time 

I watch miles on the end, 

Meet Jaded me and the emptiness