Opportunity

It starts with a spark

That might not last,

A glow in the dark

That flickers fast.

Let that hollow bark

Of decisions past,

In black, make a mark

With embers, catch!

But fires fade and dreams can die.

Sure things become pipe dreams, gone.

What was staid, now uncouth and wry.

What was then can linger on.

To unjade or rekindle, why?

What was the point, when I am done?