The path of your fate

The circuit is closed—

the path has all loops,

loops with the incandescent light,

the light of your foreseeable truth.

Plans that have no thought. 

Why does the lumens not shine my way?

The constant flicker — the gleam of uncertainty

dimming the glass envelope to let the objective flow

like the measure of wattage to get to where you want to be.

The voltage in a human to succeed.

The constant reminder— do not fail.