The Hollow Echoes of Decision

In the desire
there is a whir
of round and round,
of ignorant bliss,
of looking and looking,
of all wants found
and all faults dismissed.

There is peculiar hope,
a peculiar amnesia,
a strange looking the
other way when learning,
a narrowing of scope
in a desperate hysteria
of needing and needing.

There is suspicion
of caution and reflection,
no waiting, no waiting.
Waiting is loosing
the chance, maybe the last.
We cannot be dissuaded,
jaded by the terrible past.

And later in the cool time,
after years and intertwined ropes
of commitment and obligation,
after the tremulous revision,
we set aside such hopes
and live and live with
the hollow echoes of decision.