Recently I stepped across a great golden chasm.
The last few times I had slipped and fell in.
I reloaded and tried again.
However, I kept falling and trying again.
I became frustrated and gave up for a while.
The chasm remained in its golden glory.
I noticed as I drew ever closer to it.
I swear the world was shaded evermore crimson.
However, I was able to pull myself out from time to time.
Sometimes the paramedics pulled me out.
They screamed "what did you take, at first"
Eventually they said nothing as we looked at each other.
A mutual understanding that we had both given up in our own way.
Marcus Aurelius once said we only do bad things out of ignorance.
I pray he is correct.
