I met him in the dimly lit passage-way
between his fear of failure and his desire for power.
It was a different feeling, it pulled at me-
gripping my heart in such a frightening way.
Drawing me closer but leading me nowhere.
Having come this far, how could I return?
At this point of neither paradise nor destruction.
I stood and called out to him.
But he seemed to disappear into the faraway depth-
that of imagination and the pursuit of purpose.