Those unfulfilled dreams: a burden my soul carries.
A load is heavy, and I am at the end of my journey.
This is the grim truth; dawned upon facing reality.

Didn't free myself when I could have; a real tragedy.
Knowing this, why am I attached to such absurdity?
Optimism: a force that spawns my new dreams.

Grandiose schemes of ambitions; they blind my vision.
I ignore the reminders of calamitous past failures.
Plunge into new, and uncharted quests; but why?

The burden hasn't lessoned, and yet I desire;
Fulfillment of dreams! Is it "Amor Fati"?*
Is this destiny beckoning me, or am I insane?