The Ant's Footslog

The end is near.
So near, but not yet.
A trickle of courage to hold onto,
Waiting in dread. Agonized, helpless.
The distant mirage disjoints,
Drifting in hallowed stillness is the cube.
Hunger beguiled. An orphaned dice.
A tiny step more. Closer than before,
Yet, the distance is distanced.
A journey lost in translation,
A life fragmented in abstraction.
Remember, how it all began? Yes, I do.
Starry eyed. Fiery passion,
Taking giant strides. Her smiling adoration.
Reflecting within. The mind flitting across emotional webs.
The haze then shifts. A renewed vigor.
Ah! the whiff of sugary enchantment. Yet again.
A tiny step more. Closer than before.
The road less traveled. A path feared.
The end is near.
So near, but not yet.