Lost in the dark missing that spark, everything feels off the mark. His soul filled with holes, life’s monotony feels drole. He can envision but never quite grasping what it is he desires. Aloof his goals, should he give up, or buckle down and drink this bitter cup.
The dark night spangled with light from the sparsity of stars seems to resonate with his soul. He feels emotional derision has cost him a heavy toll
In the dark feeling stark with dread, will he succeed or will his dream be dead,
However one day he will hit his mark, revitalize , find the light and regain find his spark and sing anew, like that beautiful bird the illustrious lark.