The Goal

On a vacation from the norm,
the trip brings the memory
of a man just one year ago
with a dream set in a mind so vividly.
It was fresh and it was fun,
it was both exciting and new
as it was an idea he never before thought
and one he could proudly ride through.
He wanted to do something organized
that he never before could do,
something for which the outline was laid
and the inspiration for which was true.
The idea was there
with the drive seemingly following
with only his lack of confidence
being the factor that was slowing.
Nevertheless the man went on,
pushing forward with that unobtainable
in a time no completion seemed imminent
let alone even possible.
Fast forward to today
in the present time and circumstances
and the tables have mightily turned,
an outcome which, from the beginning, had slim chances,
but now all is nearly done
with hopes and dreams both reached and exceeded
with a long, daunting task of a goal
now the one that is so proudly completed.

Fuming

All the humor
with all the words,
none of the drive
and none of the urge,
just the right thing
to come from a mouth
that couldn't be more
useless nonsense if it'd shout,
a brain so wasted
on silly quips,
as encouraging as
chains and whips,
it is all for not
and all consuming
of a soul, a joke
that is now fuming.