The wise do try, but recognize the logic is in falter.
The naive kind may start to cry if failure is offered.
The tired minds tend to deny when nothing is improper.
An honest eye in tune with time is all you need to conquer.
A minor glimpse infused by sense and knowledge I acquire.
Imperfect hints are still imprinted, ready to decipher.
If you shall chance then yet advance (while blinded by desire).
The match you lit may burn a bit, but will you start a fire?