Dead Weight

Every risk you take could end in a thousand tears

Even triumphs turn to pain as they disappear

Strategies are all fine and good if they play out well

But you might be better off with a wishing well

Buried in a distant forest

Chapters lost and then retrieved

All the unheard answers fly

Glide like butterflies

Simple acts of faith can become a strategy

Elegance of considered thought leading to synergy

Create new pathways between the hemispheres of the brain

An unlikely path that might just keep you sane