Toxic Ambrosia

I wander through each passing day,

Steering clear of paths where I hold no sway.

Turning from thoughts that stir and breach,

From dreams that stretch beyond my reach.

Although once in a rare blue moon,

I feel the pull to pursue that distant boon.

Though a spark ignites, shadows may loom,

For deep down, I know it spells my doom.

I've seen desires that tempt and weave,

With sweet little whispers meant to deceive.

What I seek could very well be my hearse,

For this dream I chase is a mere curse.