Journey to Awakening (Original Poem)

Better was I known for my sparkle
Effervescent in a temporary phase
Outmanoeuvring it all with wit

Like a bolt I weighted everyone
A shooting star with no trail
Flickering in the darkest like a touch on its last battery

A herd heading north to its death
A rotting smell of carcases
Vultures feast galore

My ignorance raw with indifference
Blinded folded to the trap
Stumbling to wisdom with haste

Each step sensing the urgency
Of the season ready for Fruition
A sweet scent of gain

Oozing with juicy harvest, imprisoned to its taste
I feast my eyes in amazement
I am finally awake