There was once a fool who THOUGHT he had control
This fool took many chances
He risked his life as well as those around him

This fool believed it all to be a game for which he CONTROLLED
Throwing chance to the wind this fool was rash and irresponsible
He often pretended to be an ally when he only sought gain

Night after night he walked home ALONE
Because he had no one his home was the night
This fool sleep where ever he could without care for his life it's just a game

His LIES brought friends unusually high
His promises this fool took away their safety net
For when they burned there was nothing left

Upon his throne of NOTHING he sat
With none to share it with
He liked this way a lone wolf is what he'd say he was

But has the years became DECADES he lost his prime
He LOST his control as did he his riches
No longer as spry as he once was greenhorn mistakes became to follow

His body became weaker and his heart became DAMAGED
The night of nights of endless play took away his need to dream
With no real home to call his own well you could say the were always welcome

And on the day he FINALLY got his dream he dreamt long and fast
In the dream he dreamt he had a pencil magnificent and gold
He drew and drew and it never tired

But then one day the pencil grew and grew and grew and GREW
until it drew itself wild and free
Too fast for the fool to catch up

As he followed the PENCIL he did not notice the path he follow
How could he he was having too much fun
Too foolish to realize how light built the path was

An too late did this fool REALIZE what had become of his path
Had slow dropped away first a few then many and the more he noticed his path
The further away the pencil got the closer he became to fading away

It was quick the doctor said
He felt no pain when he fell it was sweet and warm
This foolish fool slept with a smile on his face were he'd been found after the storm

And the last thing he thought in his last moments went like this: [THE END?]

I really thought I was in control[the pencil]

The road that I walk is one of unconditional guidance and slow its becoming undone

These pages are now beyond my reach and I'm beginning to believe so

Soon I just step off my road

its getting darker the lights are dimming

I fear I shall fall with my road...

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I drew this a few years ago and just wrote a very very short story to go with it in 30 minutes. The story might not make sense but I hope the picture leaves you thinking