Day 12: Wither

I'll wither

And die if I must

Rather than be a stranger

Who's practically lost.

The inner mystery

Thrusts me like a dart.

And the poignant details will author history

But not until I start.

But I could not begin

On another's dream

Or be the stem of a fickle wish.

Truth is I seek to pursue

A goal that won't confuse

The vitals within

And to assume something useful

Which initiates the buildup to a beautiful

Conquering of destinies too.

Akpan