In the distance, like wisps of smoke that ebb and flow
A ghostly glowing spindle flickers in the dark
I chase it in vain, every lunge hits me like a blow
Yet I keep on, yearning to feel its enlivening spark
It comes in waves, ever so close and yet farther away
I try to grab a hold, but the sand slips beneath me,
the light flickers again, transient, ephemeral as a ray
like a firefly dancing beneath the big ol' chestnut tree
I gravitate towards it, like a moth to a flame
It's hard to resist the alluring promise of fame
Though it brings more darkness than it dispels
Trapping you for eternity, with muffled cries and yells
As I inch closer and closer, the singularity, my only aim
The tenacious fog lifts, laying the truth bare
I ask myself through tears, was it worth the endless pain
Only to realise the will-o'-the-wisp scarcely does care
