She assembles intentions with great care,
Positioning them in a tight phalanx,
An army of brave soldiers preparing for warfare.
First to last, major to minor, at parade ready.
Her ambitions await her direction,
A cue to proceed into the nebulous fray.
Tensions high, anticipation hopeful.
Best laid plans can be lead stray
Without reinforcements going into battle.
Winters harsh, summers fair
Distractions draw her soldiers’ eyes
Turns them from their mission declared
It isn’t the struggle that tests her resolve
But the soul-crushing ennui
Expectations, like ice, dissolve
Obstacles are of her own making
Good intentions be damned