Claim your Goal

In life's grand tapestry, desire weaves its thread,

With fervent yearning, let your spirit be led.

Yet, beware, for irony's subtle decree,

Whence grasping tight, the opposite you'll see.

With fiery ardor, claim your heart's desire,

In prose of longing, let your soul inspire.

But Fate, a jester, mocks our human plight,

And turns our dreams to irony's delight.

Oh, the irony, in each twist and turn,

As fortune's whims, our fervent hopes do spurn.

For when we grasp with all our might and plea,

Opposing forces dance in wicked glee.

So, seek your prize with passion unreserved,

But know, dear heart, the outcome's oft undeserved.

In life's cruel jest, the opposite may ensue,

Though altered paths may lead to something new.

Thus, if you yearn for love's sweet tender kiss,

Embrace the irony, the bittersweet abyss.

For when you grasp with all your might and plea,

An unforeseen twist may set your spirit free