Churned

... and there will be moments of loss,

moments of brief sparks,

but ultimately moments of a pleasing effort.

The entirety of fragments on a thread,

manages to meld into a single period in life,

where you feel everything,

and subsequently, nothing.

That all the churns of your gut,

fail to make a lasting image.

Or that haste led to waste,

that impatience was mistaken for decisiveness.

Alas the fantasies of a growing boy,

Ever intending to emulate the great Icarus.

Perhaps intentionally galloping into impending deceit,

behind waxed intents and goals.

 Gotham's Reckoning - Hans Zimmer